Stepping in, since Perkins doesn't seem to be around, FCM:

Excellent! Creepifying maybe, but definitely excellent!

How-To: Build a synthetic aperture radar from $240 of junk

I knew before even mousing over the link that it was Makezine.

Which is more bestiality-ish? Human/minotaur sex, or human/centaur sex?

I'm gonna say--the more animalistic the peen, the more bestiality-ish the act. However, making out with a minotaur is gross, and most people are going to start with first base.

Let's just chuck the hippogriff. There's no win there.

Jessica, I feel your pain. I seriously want to go home, even though today is out-of-painkillers day. And I have a meeting I can't miss and a report due in by EOB. I'd just feel happier about the whole thing lying down.

I'd just feel happier about the whole thing lying down.

Not a day goes by when I don't want a hideaway bed under my desk like in that episode of Seinfeld.

(The new office? The one I won't be working in? Has plans for a "Privacy Room" where people can go lie down when they feel sick, and can also be used for pumping breast milk. I can haz departmental transfer nao?)

You know what is awesome? The smiles on the faces of the little kids holding the hands of the South African soccer players as they walk onto the field. Especially when the announcers have have just been talking about this massacre of children that happen on his day in SA 60 years ago.

We have one of those rooms (it used to double as the Massage Room when they brought in a chair masseuse once a month--they didn't pay for the massage, but they at least provided the service in-house). The women's restrooms also have a seating area with cushioned benches (banquette-style) where we can lie down if we need to, but then you get co-workers asking if you're feeling all right. I'm guessing the equivalent area in the men's rooms is filled with urinals.

I lie down in my car. I get skittish at the idea of doing it where my co-workers could actually see me.

But I get skittish about my co-workers realising I'm not feeling well, which is why I haven't asked my boss if I can go the hell home. Which I totally should, dammit. The meeting at 1:30 is call-in.

Hm, this yogurt seems to be helping a little. Maybe I was low on...yogurt. Or something.

(Lunch didn't help, so it's not just hunger.)

Dropping in -- what was the person search that people were talking about recently? It wasn't Zabasearch, was it?

They took the loveseat out of the women's bathroom when they remodeled the building. Bastards. Moved the scale to that area. (The scale is for the annual fitness drives, I think there's one in the men's room as well.) There's also a shower area in the bathroom, but that's where the toilet paper and paper towels are stored.