As a naturally paranoid person and then with added anxiety, I have no patience for the everything is scary people. I mean, I do have some patience because mac is an everything is scary person, but I treat it with sarcasm and mockery with a light touch. I mean, the ridiculousness of having 5 locks locked on our back door each night is RIDIC.
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And possibly mug people.
Just make sure to do it in the suburbs.
And now Chatty Thing got in.
I think I just hate everything today. Good thing I have lots of meetings, right?
Is there anything local this weekend that you could go do?
I haven't looked into it. Flights, to NY, however, I have. Too bad they are so expensive at such short notice. I wish I could drive b/c I would just find a rural B&B somewhere and go veg.
My co-workers claw my thighs and poop in the hallway. And they really never accomplish anything; they're very lazy.
Of course, they're CATS.
If you're a person who has to create business documents it should only take you a year or two _tops_ to work out how good your spelling may or may not be. If it's the sort of spelling that isn't fixed with a re-read, spell check. If it is the sort of spelling that is fixed with a re-read, SPELL CHECK. What the fuck does it cost you?
No document should get to me that can't pass a spell check. I should be looking for grammar issues and heterographic homophones. Stuff that doesn't get a red or green wiggly, that's for sure.
I often wished wistfully for a rubber stamp that said "SPELLCHECK MOTHERFUCKERS!" when I was teaching. High school AND college.
Jesus. Just run the program.
Hey, does anyone know how you find someone to run an estate sale?
Google: [link]
There was a company that did it for my family when my grandmother died. I guess they priced things, dealt with the sale, and took away anything that didn't sell.
Because this is New Orleans, I think they were these people, called The Funky Junk Brothers.