Oh dear. Now I can't stop laughing!

Maybe I could just arrange for her to see the CSI episode on furries? Or show her the fetish map and she if she understands toy boats?

Dear Self

I told you to remember you had to buy gas this morning. Don't you ever listen?

Signed, Did Not Run Out Of Gas But Was Not On Time to Work

After I got my mom watching Buffy, she and my stepdad started using the word "Bugger!" as a general expression of exaggerated annoyance (like if some minor inconvenience happened, they would say "Oh, bugger!"). One day I was over there, and some little thing happened (like the pizza place we wanted to order from was closed), and my mom said "Oh, bugger!", which my stepdad repeated, and they gleefully cackled at using their new word. Finally I said, "Just to be clear, because I don't want you to use the word in front of the wrong person...you DO know what 'bugger' means, RIGHT?"

They didn't. They just thought it was funny because Spike said it. So I filled them in, and their reaction was pretty much "We've been saying WHAT?!?"

I enjoyed that a little too much.

I enjoyed that a little too much.

Now I think we all enjoyed that a little too much.

I took to using that because no one I knew had the least idea of Britishisms. Then a new co-worker turned out to have lived in England for several years. Everyone else was very confused about why she was horrified and I was apologetic.

I always enjoy the gigantic signs at the lawn business next to the freeway that say SOD! I wonder what tourists think as they come around that curve.

We joke about being 12 ... but when you're dealing with ACTUAL 12-year-olds ... well, watch what you say/write.

I remember in science class at that age, homo and heterozygous made us giggle. And god forbid the teacher mispronounce Organism.

It occurred to me that his third leg was kinda' like a dick but I thought, "No one's gonna think that." Of course I was wrong

Hee! I mean, Aw, poor little Tom, but also still: Hee.

Discovered something disturbing this morning. At the 7-Eleven there was a reward notice for information regarding a murder that took place about three blocks from my house in May. A woman was robbed and strangled in her house. You'd think there'd be uproar about something like that in a conservative, conformist town like mine, but I suspect since the woman was Hispanic that it hasn't made much impact on the general population. There were some headlines when it happened, some hints that they had a suspect. Until I saw that notice, I hadn't thought about it myself. Very sobering.

Fuck fuck fuck. We're having some reorganization here at work. Instead of small teams they will align my folks one-on-one with a Principal. But we were told (after I made a stink) that we would have some input into this. It doesn't sound like that's going to be the case.

One of my peer team leads has been told this morning that she will be aligned with bar none the most difficult and disrespectful person in the group, no way out of it. We're going to lose her over this, there is not a doubt in my mind.

For my own team, I know I'll be tied to one of two people, both of whom I have worked closely with for the last five or so years. I'm good.

But I have two team members that I'm concerned about - one of them I hope will be aligned with the other guy. But that still leaves another who I'm not sure where they would place, and I strongly suspect will be looking at her options if it's not someone she likes to work with.