You can be mine, Perkins. I need people who have "known me at this address" and you've totes been here, contact papering my cabinets!
I have been this person MANY times (you get used to it, living in DC where half of everybody has a security clearance).
My favorite was when our friend N was applying to work at the CIA, and the guy came out to my workplace to interview me (usually it's just over the phone!). I didn't have much good to say--he was listing me for when we were in school and the guy wanted to know how he supported himself. I was like "Er...parents and financial aid? He didn't have excessive amounts of money like he was drug dealing or anything..." And the last question he had was "What's N's favorite drink?" and I was all "Oh! I know this! Gin and tonic!" and the guy was like "that's what everyone said" and I thought maybe that wasn't a good thing, that everyone's response isn't like "lemonade!"
I'm not sure I could have sat through that with a straight face. Or even sat through it at all.
"I wasn't even born in the 1800s but I know the French Revolution happened."
I have to remember that one.
Ask her for the data on that. I'm sure the national academies will be fascinated.
I have bags of Dove Chocolate. They are locked in my desk at school. Bad planning on my part.
Please tell her that the seat of emotions is the insula, and if she thinks that's silly, I'd be happy to remove it and she can tell me how she feels. Of course, she'll also lose motor functions and shit her pants, but I'm sure her heart will step up.
I have bags of Dove Chocolate.
Oooh! The ones with the unintentionally hilarious sayings on the wrappers? We got those at work today! "Promise yourself a smile." "Take time to enjoy the beauty of autumn." "Share your chocolate with a friend."
My co-workers and I decided that we could write WAY better ones. "No, you really ARE that creepy." "Promise yourself a shower." "It's not me; it's you. Seriously."
I made mole sauce tonight. From a kit that made more than a litre of it. That's a lot of mole sauce. There's only one of me! I hope it freezes well.
Anyone have an unused Nook or Kindle still in the box with tags and such? Wanna give it to me?
Ask her for the data on that.
The way she "explained" the biofeedback application was indication enough of her scientific side. She has no idea what it does other than moving the wiggly lines with your breathing. She complained that people reading Kindles before bed was a bad thing, and I had to show her my unbacklit Nook before she understood that the bulk of them were no more lit than a book. She absolutely wasn't going to take my word for it.
Deliveries of mole sauce are accepted all over Buffistaland, I'm pretty sure.
