There are so many pointless stupid aggravating changes happening in my life right now, the newly uglified Google logo barely registers on my radar.
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
Natter 74: Ready or Not
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.
Actually corporate culture here is pretty unobtrusive and pretty nice. Now if only the health benefits weren't administered by UHC which seems to have nobody I go to in-network.
I have a headache. Comic Sans is not helping.
Serif don't like it?
Serif don't like it?
Laughing at this made my head hurt, but it was worth it.
A client emailed me--she wants talk to me on the phone. So don't wanna.
Oh well. Best to get it over with.
My iPad seems to not show Comic Sans. Go iPad.
I am at the airport, though I seem to have left my fucking headphones at home. I had them in my hands this morning. The way things are going, I'm lucky I remembered all my appendages.
That's what pinned tabs in Chrome are for, Gud.
Sadly, not working at all isn't an option
Shoot. Well, inside pants is next best, I guess.
Zenkitty rocks the casbah.
Gud shot the serif.
I just discovered pinned tabs a couple of weeks ago, so I am probably overusing them.
I'm glad you have all your appendages, Dana. Have fun storming the Dragon Con! (I am not wearing my dragon today, cut back to a lizard (not to say I am one of the lizard people. Swamp gas, weather balloons, the planet Venus))
Trying to get my tea brewed in between meetings is making me punchy.
Cats, man. I changed their litter last night and scrubbed the box. I just watched Lucky poop right next to my filing cabinet. What more do you want, animal?
I've been reading and nodding along. Low on spoons. Work has given me a 30-day extension on the PIP. I cannot continue to live my life in 30-day increments. It's stressing the hell out of me.