Oof. I went to the diner across the street for lunch w/ co-workers today and am now feeling the effects of Too Much Penne.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ouch Steph.
I just officially ordered my CSA, with my 5% discount (thanks work). I was so tempted to add a fruit and a flower share. Maybe next year.
How come the one day I come into the office, there is no one else in my corner? Ok, if I'd stayed home today, I would have slept instead of gotten work done, but dang it...someone entertain me.
Ooh, if they offered a flower share I would totally do that. I never end up eating much of the fruit I get though.
I *so* feel your pain. (Pagination is my responsibility here.)
Dear Gott in Himmel, this journal is the worst I've ever worked on. The pagination is done manually, no automated checks at all until it's too late to change it, so by the time one realizes it's wrong, one has paginated five more issues. Incorrectly. It didn't LOOK like it would be that bad when I took it on, anyone who can count ought to be able to do it, and yet, it's a malevolent clusterfuck. Every editor who's ever worked on it has messed up, but I still feel awful; I hate making stupid mistakes, and I hate even more doing it twice.
Damn. I hope it's not too early to drink, because there's vodka in this here coke.
cereal with angst:
NOTHING ON THE SPINE.
Oh, dude, I hear you. The horror stories... One of our journals once published a big obituary of one of the Important Fellows on the cover, and we got the birth-death dates wrong. Like, really wrong. (My boss did it, too. Remembering that is the only thing that keeps me from crawling under the bed and hiding.)
The pagination is done manually
Whuzza? How? Whuzza?
Whuzza? How? Whuzza?
Pagination Elves.
Like this.
Ooh. Is that a Linotype machine in the background?
I thought you'd hire Medieval monks to do it.