work went very smooth this morning and now I am getting PILES OF PAPERWORK done before I leave the office. Also I do not trust the yard foremen to do what they are supposed to. They took off their radios and would not answer their phones once shipping was complete. Silly them, because I just donned the safety gear and went out on the yard to tell them the other stuff that needs doing. TWARTED!
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.
That is the sort of things that means the Olympics to me. Not "who's winning the most medals!" (see my hockey schadenfreude).
I miss Eddie the Eagle and love the Jamaican bobsled team.
Someone needs to tell me that I don't need the black shirt with the skull and the word Crypotid on it that I will have to pass on my way back to Bart
Can't help you out there, Lee.
Why ever would we do that?
Because I spelled cryptid wrong?
Here's something pretty awesome for Good Stuff: [link]
In LA it's called boba tea, not bubble tea, but I'm not surprised to hear that the name varies from place to place.
For your essay on love, Kat, I present the two definitions of love that compete in my head: love is oxytocin, and love is a gift, but you have to give it away.
That's great, Consuela, thanks.
Because I spelled cryptid wrong?
Hah--I was assuming crypotid was some sort of fandom thing I knew not of.