Ugh. That report, while valuable, told me more about Alex Jones than I ever wanted to know.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
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.
Funny, none of the culprits seem to be interested in engaging directly with me this morning.
I LITERALLY JUST PUT THIS TOGETHER
Right? I totally never got that.
I was disappointed that he didn't get to the part where Alex Jones and Gwynneth Paltrow basically have the same online store.
Hahaha!
Maybe it's sarameg who should run off with the circus??
The obvious answer is to run away and join Cirque du Soleil, and don't go to the meeting after, or any meeting ever again.
Cirque du Buffista! We can all run away and create our own circus.
The obvious answer is to run away and join Cirque du Soleil, and don't go to the meeting after, or any meeting ever again.
I vote for Tom's choice. Though I used to hear the Cirque was not a great place to work. Maybe take a non-performing role.
The obvious answer is to run away and join Cirque du Soleil, and don't go to the meeting after, or any meeting ever again.
I vote for Tom's choice. Though I used to hear the Cirque was not a great place to work. Maybe take a non-performing role.
Circus ain't sounding bad at this point.
10 (TEN!) people got phished at work. And seeing the original emails...wow. I'm not at all impressed with my coworkers at the moment.
Though I used to hear the Cirque was not a great place to work. Maybe take a non-performing role.
Oh good, because I was about to become an acrobat! Not really, I can't even touch my toes.
AND now I see it's mostly a museum talk about bugs, so I have discarded my FOMO and will skip it.
I'm rather tired at the moment--I couldn't think of any household chores I had to do as a child besides burning the paper garbage. Then I remembered that I did barn chores two or three hours every evening, plus an extra three hours on days when there wasn't school, plus many hours a day working in the fields in the summer. (At least field work wasn't every day.)
I started working in the barn when I was in second grade. I used to hate Sundays in particular, as I had to get up early for chores, then shower and change clothes and go to church, and then come home to do more chores.
I think I got used mostly for transport. "Take this out to the garbage. Take this upstairs. Get the milk for me." My legs were young and springy, so it made sense. Huh, I was a droid.