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Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


sj - May 16, 2012 2:32:15 pm PDT #13418 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Can someone better at these things than myself help me figure out how many pounds of these candies it would take to fill up about 80 of these boxes?


Liese S. - May 16, 2012 2:38:49 pm PDT #13419 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

I think the piece of data that's missing there is the volume of one almond.


sj - May 16, 2012 2:50:30 pm PDT #13420 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I think the piece of data that's missing there is the volume of one almond.

I can't seem to find that information.


-t - May 16, 2012 2:53:44 pm PDT #13421 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

At 110 pieces/pound, if you get 5 pounds that's 550 pieces would give you 6-7 candies/box, which seems reasonable? The almonds may be bigger than I am picturing, though. Or smaller. I'm not good with almonds.


sj - May 16, 2012 2:59:35 pm PDT #13422 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

-t thanks! That makes sense. I may get 6 pounds just to be safe. If I am left with some extra and have to eat them, well I'm willing to pay that price.


askye - May 16, 2012 4:51:03 pm PDT #13423 of 30001
Thrive to spite them

So, apparently I'm getting along with everyone at work, except for one person I've never met.

I'm using her cubicle (she only works a few hours a few nights a week). I left crumbs on the work station and didn't realize it, even though I wiped the cubicle off. She complained - not to my trainer, or section supervisor, but the dept head.

At least now I have cleaning supplies.

The only thing is - due to space constraints people are allowed to eat lunch at their desk. However, if there's another complaint made about desks being left dirty then that will be taken away.

I'm also worried I'm going to piss this person off because I was trying to get to some office supplies in the drawer (the office supplies belong to the cubicle not the person) and jostled the organizer and stuff spilled out. I'm not sure it's in the right place and I asked for a wrist rest for the keyboard and mousepad, which are also supposed to be for the cubicle & not me personally. (office supplies go to locations not to people)

I emailed her, apologized for spilling the stuff and told her if she didn't like the rests to let me know and I'd put them away when I left.


smonster - May 16, 2012 5:28:45 pm PDT #13424 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Epic, thanks for that link! I went looking for reviews, and oy. Apparently most reviews are biased or faked, but what I found about the Metro was not great. And then I started going on forums, and holy crap. It's like trying to figure out which Mac you want to buy, and all the forums are Linux. I shit you not. Crazy lingo and endless modifications and DIY. Vapers and analogs and cartos and drip or dip and... My brain hurts now.


smonster - May 16, 2012 5:48:31 pm PDT #13425 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

askye, I left my posting window open for a long time. That sounds... kind of unreasonable. I hope she chills out.


smonster - May 16, 2012 6:05:17 pm PDT #13426 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Hattrick: dammit, I was supposed to do another hour of work after dinner, and I got so lost down the e-cig rabbit hole that I totally spaced. Eff. Oh well.


WindSparrow - May 17, 2012 2:04:48 am PDT #13427 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

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{{{{bonny}}}}

Dear Former Friend of Bonny:

You're not the boss of her. And I hope you find yourself constantly surrounded by people every bit as charming as yourself.

With Utmost Sincerity, Me.