Spare Cat would totally do that. In fact, one day you'd probably go into the barn and find her directly attached to a teat.

Communication is so fucking bad here today. If half the folks weren't telecommuting, I'd wonder if we were all getting CO poisoning or something.

USE THE FUCKING DISTRIBUTION LISTS. I have no fucking clue what is going on because people keep leaving me and various other critical folks off the to: line, so we're tripping all over ourselves and duplicating work and just generally making a mess.

Oh, and telecommuters? Give us the number you're actually at, please.

Someone took my power supply while I wasn't here.

What the hell is up with that?

At least this time, I know it wasn't New Guy. But I had to sit on my thumbs during valuable catchup time this morning waiting to get hooked up again.

sara, I hear you about distribution lists. There's an "all-employee" list here that doesn't include contractors, and not everyone remembers that.

Now I'm on hold to get one of my passwords unlocked. I'm so behind on so many things...

Someone took my power supply while I wasn't here.

Am now earwormed with Slade's "Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply."

Frankensteinia - a blog with artwork relating to Frankenstein. Some is gothy. Some is steampunky.

Check out this awesome portrait of Mary Shelley: [link] (image at io9 as I haven't found it at Frankensteinia yet).

eta: Tim Burton's Blue Girl With Skull

I have to give a big presentation at 2 that, really, the client is supposed to be giving. I did put the presentation together so it makes sense but sheesh. I have to do everything! WAH WAH WAH! Please wish me coherence and not too many "ummms." Also, a sympathetic audience.

Oh and we are in separate locations and they don't use go to meeting or web-ex or whatever. @@

I hear the name "Mary Shelley," and all I can think of is the dream/hallucination that Percy Shelley (I think--it might have been Byron) had that summer she wrote Frankenstein, when he was high on some substance, looked over at Mary, and imagined her with eyes instead of nipples and proceeded to freak out. (Whitefonted for imagery.)

Creepy.

Am now earwormed with Slade's "Keep Your Hands Off My Power Supply."

I can't believe that's an actual song. I also can't believe that my power supply is the go-to for grabby hands. It's not like I have either the most or the least exposed desk. It's pretty weird.

How is the remote location going to be handled, lisah? I wish you all the clear thinking and speaking in the world.

I gotta go to my 90 minute status meeting in a second. I'm not actually interested in anyone else's status, and only have to speak for five minutes. Joy.

Kathy!

AAAAHHHHHHH!

not reading whitefont. you people are not safe today!

My parents are getting my new fridge in the next couple of days!!!! Fridge there when we arrive!!! WHOOT!