From way back:
I do not know how to feel about the Honda commercial with the family singing Weezer.
The little girl in that is my cousin. (And she can actually watch this commercial! She was also on Masters of Sex for the first two seasons, playing Virginia's daughter, and the editors made special cuts of each episode showing just her scenes, so that she could see the finished product, since she's way too young to actually watch that show.)
Oh, wow. I will have to pay attention next time I see it.
Oh my god, I hate authors. We asked an author if we could delete reference 5, and his reply -- this is verbatim -- was "no need to leave ref 5 in." So I took it out.
When he saw the galley, he flipped his shit, saying that he specifically told us to leave it in. So apparently he thinks that lack of words and punctuation will ensure we understand his meaning. No, YOU ASS, "no need to leave ref 5 in" means "it does not need to stay in the article." If you want it to stay in the article, try wording it as "No; the reference needs to stay in the article."
ASS. ASS. ASS.
Woo hoo! Sudden unexpected thunderstorm squall just dumped a couple of inches of rain on us in a few minutes and dropped the heat index by 40°F.
Good lord Teppy. I know my punctuation bites but even I know better than to make a statement like that.
Happy Birthdays! And yay demolition? Doubly yay, though, for renovation completed--shower!
Ima vent. I have to schedule more meetings than I like to think about with people who are as recalcitrant as 5-year-olds protesting their bedtime. I can look at their calendars and see hours and hours of open times that they insist they can. not. be there then. I want my computer to shoot lasers out at them when they open my e-mails. Just do it, damn it.
Oh, I hate that Sail. UPDATE YOUR CALENDARS co-irkers of Sail.
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday to Zen and Kiba!
No shit. I've got one guy who has some appointments on his calendar and the rest are on his assistant's, and they rarely match up, so I'm sitting here mentally cutting and pasting to see if the assistant is shining me on when she sends me his availability. Blargh.
Was just told again today that I always dress so cute. I'm wearing rumpled khaki linen capris, a grey tank top, and a bright red shirt worn open on top of the tank top. I like grey and red together. I guess it's different from the t-shirts and jeans everyone else is wearing. Good to get validation that what I consider schlubby, cool-ish comfort wear looks halfway decent.