There's a guy who comes to campus here pretty much every day there's nice weather and stands in front of the student center shouting at everybody about how they're going to hell. A few weeks ago, as I was walking by, the bit I heard was, "You are addicted to Facebook! You text OMG! This is evil in the eyes of the holy Lord!"

I maintain that your current salary is absolutely no business of your potential employer's. What you make now is only relevant to you and your current company. Do NOT tell them your current salary- it will ONLY be used against you. Also, it's none if their business. I can't emphasize that enough.

Well I certainly agree. The reality is, given my crappy publishing salary, I can't really afford to make less, but, given how much I want to work at this place, I'd actually be fine with the same. But I know I shouldn't admit that. I really don't think it would be less than I make and there is the possibility of a tremendous upside that I wouldn't want to eliminate by lowballing it.

Since I'm sort of trying to finagle something anyway, I think I can get away with not really responding to the question, but if I do I wlll probably use some variation of "commensurate with industry standards."

Thanks people. Applying for jobs is hard--we hates it forever!

There's a house in another neighborhood that has a banner that runs the entire ridgepole, proclaiming the owners' jubilation at a religious concept. It could, by anyone who doesn't share their belief, be called an eyesore by everyone whose house is in sight of theirs, or who has to drive by their house in the course of daily life.

They will tell you they are merely sharing their good news, and attempting to bring others into the fold of shared belief. The truth is that, along with the owners of the vans described upthread, and public professors of other beliefs who use signage, PA systems, and streetside confrontation, it's an assault. It disturbs the peace, forces their beliefs into the consciousness of disinterested and uninvolved citizens whose rights are as important and as worthy of protection as their own.

They should be arrested, prosecuted, and fined at the very least for public disturbance.

Any citizen has the right to live their beliefs, to discuss them *with interested parties*. If they're going to proclaim them in a big way, then their proclamations need to be directed inward, at themselves, not inflicted on an unwilling public. All that proselytising won't get you an argument from me--no platform from where to preach. But it will make me back away slowly from whatever cause you're espousing.

I'm not driving around in my party van blasting Bach and Beethooven, painted with Pastafarian slogans and calls to the Cult of Froggy the Gremlin.

That's just bad taste, and hella impolite.

foof chains

What is a foof chain?

typo food chain, chain restaurants.

Oh. Ha! I'm tired.

On the way up to Vermont in some of the states (I'm not sure which ones) there were billboards about the world ending on May 21st. I think I saw around 4 of them so they are spending some money to get the word out.

Somebody's put up a billboard facing the approach to the Bay Bridge that says: "C'mon! You know the Rapture is nonsense. Two thousand years of 'any day now.'"

What is a foof chain?

It's for poodle bondage.

It's for poodle bondage.

Dude. A friend of mine linked to a puppy play headgear thing that was poodle-shaped--with big fake poodle ears, and it was the CREEPIEST looking thing EVER.

Friends, I am going to give you some unsolicited advice.

If you, like the denizens of Chez Zmayhem, buy the large two pound tub of plain Russian yogurt, you might want to avoid jamming it into the front of the fridge willy nilly so that it is precariously poised at the edge.

Should you happen to leave your yogurt so poised, do be careful removing other large items from the fridge so that you won't displace the yogurt.

Should you knock the large container of yogurt off the shelf you might want to have the door all the way open so that at least the yogurt spills directly onto the floor, instead of exploding open halfway down so that it covers two racks of food, gets under the crisper bin, and coats the inner part of the hinge, then glopping onto the floor and slithering halfway under the fridge, necessitating a good twenty minutes of cleaning and half a roll of paper towels when you just wanted a fucking sandwich.

A friend of mine linked to a puppy play headgear thing that was poodle-shaped--with big fake poodle ears, and it was the CREEPIEST looking thing EVER.

I am now going to Google "puppy play headgear" and see if I can find a link that will give ita nightmares, and tommyrot the wiggins...

eta: Okay, the disturbing thing isn't so much the sex scenes as the equal distribution of pictures between sex scenes, little kids in puppy costumes and Jason Statham..