Also, just had my usual "ugh" experience of going to pick up some quizzes from the printer room, and having to look at all the pro-gun signs that the guy who runs the printing stuff has on the wall next to where we pick stuff up. Including "Gun Control: Experts Agree It Works!" with pictures of Hitler and Pol Pot and a bunch of others.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Yeah, we have a neighbor with a bumper sticker that reads: "The Second Amendment: America's ORIGINAL Homeland Security!" Someone with an attitude like that, I don't want to criticize. (Plus, Northside really needs at least a couple of right-wingers to balance out all the crunchy Green Party types and the abortion-loving, latte-drinking run-of-the-mill Democrats.) (Seriously, in the last presidential election, I did feel sorry for Gun Nut Neighbor* because, in a vast sea of Obama signs, he had a Romney sign, way back behind a fence.)
*We have 2 neighbors with the same first name: the gun nut and a guy who sits on his front porch and whittles. So we have dubbed them "Gun Nut Ron" and "Whittling Ron." Not to their faces. But they're both retired, so I usually see one or both of them when I take a walk, so if I have anything to report to Tim, I have to clarify which Ron I mean, so they got descriptors attached to their names. (I haven't seen Whittling Ron in a while. I hope he's okay.)
I mostly just don't really like having to see a picture of Hitler (along with a totally wrong argument) whenever I go to pick up copies.
Hil, that sounds like the definition of a "hostile work environment."
Maybe bring it up at the next Climate and Diversity Committee meeting.
runs and hides!
*We have 2 neighbors with the same first name: the gun nut and a guy who sits on his front porch and whittles. So we have dubbed them "Gun Nut Ron" and "Whittling Ron." Not to their faces. But they're both retired, so I usually see one or both of them when I take a walk, so if I have anything to report to Tim, I have to clarify which Ron I mean, so they got descriptors attached to their names. (I haven't seen Whittling Ron in a while. I hope he's okay.)
That's very Park and Rec.
Since 2004, I have had no sympathy at all for wrong-headed fuckwittery. Don't care if I find you personable: I have no sympathy if your party affiliation sells me down the river. None.
In the nearly 10 years that we have been together I have managed to turn TCG into an Italian food snob. Last night's dinner was not very good, and we are reminded that while my in-laws can usually be trusted on recommendations for a good restaurant, we should not trust them when it comes to Italian restaurant recommendations.
I think I've discovered why I stopped reading. Apparently, if you wear the reading glasses, it makes it fun again. I've spent the morning reading. Haven't even eaten yet. Crazy. Like I was a kid again.
Yay, glasses! What are you reading?
Tripwire. It's from the Jack Reacher series.