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Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jun 17, 2010 9:23:19 am PDT #22942 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

Toast.

Forgot to say - thought it would make you guys laugh. I've been accepted to present something at a mini academic conference (y'know, for mini academics). I e-mailed to check that the place is wheelchair-accessible. Yesterday they got back to me - yes, it's accessible, but I can only attend if I bring a dedicated "buddy".

I stared at this e-mail for a full ten minutes, with no idea whether to laugh, cry, or sue the organizers. (Maybe I'll do all of that, while at the conference, and really worry some people.) Mostly, I'm finding it bloody hilarious.


brenda m - Jun 17, 2010 9:27:34 am PDT #22943 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

So it's accessible, as long as you have someone to carry you up the stairs? The fuck?


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jun 17, 2010 9:35:12 am PDT #22944 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

So it's accessible, as long as you have someone to carry you up the stairs?

They said it was for "emergencies." They did not, of course, bother to ask what my access/evacuation needs are, or give me any information about what exactly the "buddy" (*ahem*) has to do in an emergency. Anyone would think they were just illegally covering their backs...


sj - Jun 17, 2010 9:36:56 am PDT #22945 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Seska, that is just ridiculous. I say laugh and sue.

Aims, tons of ~ma for your sister and the baby.

The house elves did not come and finish the clean up job while I slept last night. I guess that means I should finish it.


Connie Neil - Jun 17, 2010 9:37:41 am PDT #22946 of 30000
brillig

I'm still very seriously rattled, but I don't think "witnessed someone get run down" would be considered a viable reason to go home. The work ethic around here is "unless the CDC has declared you a plague vector or you're actively oozing bodily fluids that can't be contained, we'd really prefer you stay, but if you feel you have to, well, I guess that's all right, but are you sure you can't stay?" I console myself with knowing today is my Friday.


Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jun 17, 2010 9:38:33 am PDT #22947 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"

I say laugh and sue.

I really want to go to the conference! Maybe I'll sue afterwards. Cake and eat it, and all that.


sj - Jun 17, 2010 9:39:17 am PDT #22948 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{Connie}}} I'm sorry you had to witness that. It must have been very traumatic for you, and it really should be a good reason to go home.


sj - Jun 17, 2010 9:40:07 am PDT #22949 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I really want to go to the conference! Maybe I'll sue afterwards. Cake and eat it, and all that.

Yeah, that is what I meant, go, laugh, and then sue. Where is the conference?


Sparky1 - Jun 17, 2010 9:40:34 am PDT #22950 of 30000
Librarian Warlord

I think the buddy you bring should also be in a wheelchair, Seska.


Ginger - Jun 17, 2010 9:43:58 am PDT #22951 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

So it's accessible, as long as you have someone to carry you up the stairs?

You can't have those handicapped people wandering around without a keeper. Who knows what they'll do?