Oh hai, you've met my incompetent!boss.

Heh. The head of our department used to be my boss, and I really liked him as a boss, but as a head, he's a real Yes Man who will basically go along with anything.

There's one guy in the Elon James White comment thread I just want to hug, because he's incredibly sane (there are a number of sane people there, FTR, but he's my favourite):

Everyone please leave the thread. I'm calling the fire warden, pulling the alarm, hosing it down with gasoline, and torching the place. We don't need to hear how White people are being oppressed by people of color drawing attention to things you haven't considered before based on life experiences you've never had.

And the sad part is, inside my head I'm screaming "You have to listen to him! He's white like you! He's not the enemy!" But no one seems to have heard.

I went with a friend to the Keith Haring show at the Brooklyn Museum

My god, we were obsessed with him in university. I had a cartoonist friend that had an entire branch of his style that could be described as nothing other than Haring homage. Every time we went to NY we'd go to the Pop Shop. And I'm just now finding out it's closed. Sadness.

Wow. I just googled for the artist friend, and the most recent picture I could find is creeping me the fuck out. I need a brain cleanse.

It's so cute. One of the guys at work keeps hitting me up for SyFy gossip. Limited time only!

I'm glad Bob recieved another all clear!

I have three hoodies that I wear all the time, but I guess my middle-aged white chick privilege means they don't magically turn me into a thug. The idea that a warm, cheap, nigh ubiquitous garment such as a hoodie would be a "thug" sign baffles me. I'm pretty sure every single person I know socially has one. Probably most of my coworkers, too. Sounds like people are really reaching for something other than "The neighborhood vigilante didn't like black kids."

My hoodie is an aggressive thuggish hoodie. It's a krav hoodie. For what that's worth.

Now I'm being harassed about whether or not I'm coming in to the office tomorrow. I have one friend on this team dammit, and everyone keeps pointing out that it's only because we've never worked on a project together. I call that slanderous coincidence, that's what I call it. He's got my back regardless.

So in honor of American Cancer Society Daffodil Days, the company is providing daffodils in vases "to all the ladies." What, guys don't get cancer? They don't like daffodils? WTF? Fortunately, it's "come get your daffodil in a vase!" and I don't intend to go get one.

edit: Oh, sorry, the official wording is "for each female employee." Why, HR, why?

Timelies all!

I mostly listen to classic rock radio, so I don't know what most current hit songs sound like. I've heard "Someone like you" in passing in public places. Have yet to hear Adele sing "Rolling in the deep". (I've heard two covers, one on The Sing-Off and one by a band performing at a benefit show.)

I'm more likely to know what a pop singer looks like, than what they sound like, since I read Go Fug Yourself regularly.

I have still never heard "Rolling in the Deep."

Kate, me neither!

You know what app would be really amazing? I'd like to be able to do a sign and have it recorded and then have a dictionary look up of matching signs. Grace knows more sign than I do which makes it complicated when I can't figure out what she is is signing.

I love Adele's voice. I love Rolling In The Deep and I like Rumor Has It. I don't much care for any of her other songs.

Which makes her like most other singers I like, with only a couple songs on my iPod.

Steph, P-C, my refrain (mostly in my head) over the past couple of days is, "You work here, right??? And have for some time??? THIS IS HOW WE DO THINGS. Christ."

That was very odd. They didn't ever try to play lip service to modesty--they told me to strip to the waist in the consulting room and then to come on over into the adjoining radiology room...no robe, nothing.

That is very odd. I think it's vaguely ridiculous when they have me put on a robe for a reguar lady-checkup... and then open the top and then open the bottom, but I basically appreciate not lying there naked.

I really can't with people and the hoodies. Of course I have looked twice at a teenager with hood up, but that is so not the point.

Steph, P-C, my refrain (mostly in my head) over the past couple of days is, "You work here, right??? And have for some time??? THIS IS HOW WE DO THINGS. Christ."

Well, the problem is we have these two new people who have decided that, clearly, HOW WE DO THINGS is completely wrong and they must fuck everything up, how did we get along without them?

We have someone named Mary. When the new MD met her, the first thing she said was, "You're Mary? Mary had a little lamb?"

WHO DOES THAT.