OMG I want to stab my boss.

I think bosses frown on being stabbed.

Oh, also, re: drinking at work. We actually had a wine cellar/room at my last agency also a salsa/margarita party, also also, bloody mary/mimosa mornings.

Why yes, I was in advertising, why do you ask?

Timelies all!

That cherpumple thing is waaay too much sugar for my taste, and I have a major sweet tooth.

I think bosses frown on being stabbed.

Luckily, there are several states in between us.

And I would really only stab her a little -- in her hand, say, with a pen.

And that's what you'll tell the cops! "But I only stabbed her a little. Is that even a crime!?! "

The accounting department I used to be in had a mini-fridge stocked with beer. Folks working after normal hours could dive in as desired. I'm not aware that has changed. Explains a lot of what comes out of that group (note, I was in a different office).

This quote is making me giggle with all of its wrongness packed in there.

BECK: …you lose the game when you decide that the best thing you can do is play the game with them. [i.e., by filling out the census] No. I’m going to stick to the Constitution.

So you lose when you decide your best strategy is to play. So you only win by not playing, only you can't win. So you are just a loser, period. And then, just in case you thought he was just getting a cliche wrong, he adds in the bit about the census not being in the Constitution.

I swear its like watching a dog startle from a nap and bark its fool head off every time a dog barks on tv.

Plei is me in sizes. I currently wear a size 12 (or sometimes 10, omgwhat?) in jackets and full-skirted dresses or skirts. I'm at the slimmest I've been in years. If I were to go down a size, my friends and family would start asking me questions about my eating habits.

ION, has anyone tried the method of breaking in boots where you lace them up over thick socks, soak them in warm water, and then wear them until they dry? I'm contemplating trying it on a pair of slightly-snug thrift-store boots.

Say hello to the scariest robotic baby ever

Oh my goodness. This robot baby, named Diego-san, is the stuff nightmares are made of. Standing a bit over four feet tall and featuring a grotesquely large head, it's supposed to be some sort of baby simulator. I don't like it.

Diego-san's face has about 20 moving parts so that it can communicate with facial expression without being able to talk. It is 130cm tall, weighs 30kg and can stand up from a chair on its own. It can hold a water bottle with its hand. It has a high resolution camera and 6 axis acceleration sensor built in to detect movement.

All I know is that if I saw this thing walking down the street I'd be looking for a weapon.