Everyone's getting spanked but me.

Willow ,'The Killer In Me'


Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Sue - Dec 08, 2014 12:43:37 pm PST #12123 of 30000
hip deep in pie

Well it may not be the answer to cold fusion, but it does a piece on taking old varnish off wooden floors.


shrift - Dec 08, 2014 12:45:24 pm PST #12124 of 30000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty

Hold onto your documents!

Totally the plan this time! Not that losing them was the plan last time.

I'm going to talk to my manager on Wednesday about wanting to move off the team.

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.


tommyrot - Dec 08, 2014 12:58:53 pm PST #12125 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.

Would this help? [link]


msbelle - Dec 08, 2014 12:59:06 pm PST #12126 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

Take an ice pick.


Sheryl - Dec 08, 2014 1:03:20 pm PST #12127 of 30000
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"

Timelies all!

{{{Hugs}}} to all who want/need them. Other than it being another day where I did not see the sun, today wasn't too bad.


Calli - Dec 08, 2014 1:03:43 pm PST #12128 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

That sounds like a miserable work environment, Jess. I hope it gets resolved in your favor soon.

Travel~ma, shrift!


Sue - Dec 08, 2014 1:07:54 pm PST #12129 of 30000
hip deep in pie

We have 45 minutes devoted to icebreakers tomorrow morning. Send help.

I seriously thought you meant the naval vessel.


-t - Dec 08, 2014 1:37:10 pm PST #12130 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I'm eating a meal in a diner attached to a gas station convenience store

I heard that this is becoming more common because opening an actual restaurant is so expensive what with all the permits etc., but gas stations can sell prepared food because...convenience? I don't know. It's much like the food truck phenomenon, though, all driven by high startup costs for traditional restaurants. And means good food in strange places.

Take an ice pick.

LOVE

45 minutes is a long time to be breaking ice, man.

How am I ever going to catch up on the things I didn't get to last week if I keep getting new things that need to be done immediately? December = too much.


Juliebird - Dec 08, 2014 1:48:42 pm PST #12131 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider

Tolerable weekend with the parents, would have been better if Mum hadn't dragged us back to the same fucking town we'd spent back in October when it was all five of us. Their bickering on the second day started to get unbearable, my father's new hearing aid has just exacerbated his lifelong ambition to ignore everything we say, to the point where, while I think my mom's being a short-tempered bitch about it and could handle it differently, I haven't been living with this and still hadn't my patience blown more than a few times (now that his volume is a choice, it feels more deliberately assholery on his part). And then as we said our goodbyes, Mum was all ominous with "we still need to talk", and I'm assuming it's about my ditching them in October. And explains why she is so insistent on me taking a train or bus up to visit them. Sorry, even if I didn't feel the need to have my escape route handy, there's still presents and winter luggage there and back to consider.


Dana - Dec 08, 2014 1:54:26 pm PST #12132 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Today was an irritating day, where my boss again forgot what time I usually leave, so scheduled a meeting half an hour past that time, which then ran 15 minutes past that, which meant I hit terrible traffic driving home. And my coworker seems to be conspiring to make me come in for a 50-minute training on my telework day, even though we've all agreed I don't actually need to take that training. And tomorrow, when I normally come in late because I stay late and go straight to rehearsal, there is more training, so I can't sleep late.

Fucking Monday.