I'm going to be on a Delta flight tomorrow, and I'm going to be so disappointed if this doesn't happen:
Hmmm, I don't know. Based on my limited experience of the species in question, they are extremely cute but also smelly as hell. Possibly smellier than hell; it's entirely possible that God never needed an army of angels to defeat Lucifer and his army, just an army of that species trotting around looking adorable and stinking at them.
OMG, the day spent imitating my manager just about killed me. And I have to do it again Monday.
What's really cute is that my boss is clearly using me as a manager substitute for shooting the shit, too. So whole long convo about alcohol and caffeine, after the developer workload and implementation deadlines.
Man, I wish that vendor would send the NDA back to me, stat. I can't believe I got in the middle of a legal conversation. Talk about outside my wheelhouse. Sheeyit.
I'm going to be on a Delta flight tomorrow, and I'm going to be so disappointed if this doesn't happen
That would make listening to the "smoking is not allowed" lady with her no-no finger waving totally worth it. Especially if I was stuffed up and couldn't smell the cute things.
818 words per minute.
I wonder if there's an equation to establish how much cute overcomes how much stink.
I tried to read slowly. I read some things twice.
You read 1,475 words per minute.
That makes you 490% faster than the national average.
(Got all questions right.)
I think that I read slower than I normally do, to make sure that I got all of the details. I was worried about the lemon yellow sky and whatnot.
I was worried about the lemon yellow sky
And the people standing out black against it!
I got 394 or something. I purposely try not to skim anymore.
QOTD from Facebook: "It's so upsetting to see a grown man use Comic Sans."
I was at 110% but I was making sure to look at all the words. I normally skim. I did get all the questions right, but I'm good at picking up details, so I think I handicapped myself.
My cousin sent me a bunch of pictures from the 1940s (she got all my aunt's albums, and my aunt was the keeper of that stuff.) I scanned the lot in tonight and transcribed any writing (including a winceworthy one) on them: [link] New ones are up to my dad's class photo.