Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.

'Underneath'


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.


Zenkitty - Aug 27, 2017 8:14:22 pm PDT #15966 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

Heart~ma for your stepdad, Laura.

Condolences, Steph. It's such a hard thing to have to do. You and Tim have had too many losses the last year.


Laura - Aug 28, 2017 2:27:24 am PDT #15967 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

Yawn. 5 AM was early. Hanging n the waiting room. Looks like plenty of room to set up my laptop and settle in once they take him. This is the hospital where I was born.


Jesse - Aug 28, 2017 2:51:55 am PDT #15968 of 30002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Best thoughts, Laura!


-t - Aug 28, 2017 5:20:08 am PDT #15969 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Heart~ma, Laura


Gudanov - Aug 28, 2017 5:22:30 am PDT #15970 of 30002
Coding and Sleeping

Lots of heart~ma, Laura.


tommyrot - Aug 28, 2017 5:38:53 am PDT #15971 of 30002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Heart~ma, Laura.


Steph L. - Aug 28, 2017 7:18:21 am PDT #15972 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

You know, there is NOTHING I can do when the higher-ups in the Editorial Office say "Stephanie did not sent the article to the author, because I checked our database and there is no record that she did so," even though the fucking database shows that I sent the article on 3 separate dates because the author refuses to respond to us. Like, I would need to go to Chicago and press the EIC's face against the monitor and point to the goddamn emails and say "WHAT ARE THOSE, RONNIE? THOSE LOOK LIKE EMAILS WITH MY NAME ON THEM. WHAT IS YOUR GODDAMN SHIT TODAY?"

(I woke up an hour early this morning with a full-blown panic attack, and while Ativan got the panic under control, I cannot shake the overwhelming agitation, and this bullshit is bullshit I do not need today, ESPECIALLY because it's fucking incorrect, and provably so. I am about to take screenshots of all the emails and send them to Ronnie, along with a suggestion to visit a fucking eye doctor. But I shouldn't have to take screenshots, because the emails are in the database that we ALL have access to. They are RIGHT FUCKING THERE.)

Don't come at me, Ronnie. DON'T DO IT.


-t - Aug 28, 2017 7:24:41 am PDT #15973 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

Fucking Ronnie.


-t - Aug 28, 2017 7:25:56 am PDT #15974 of 30002
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration

I forgot to bring my personal stash of decaf coffee in today so I'm hitting the office regular stuff. I think I might need a second cup. I was way more awake before I got here.


Steph L. - Aug 28, 2017 7:26:58 am PDT #15975 of 30002
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Follow-up: "The emails are not in the database. Please send the file."

Reply: "See attached."

Not replied "You ignorant motherfucker."

I mean, I can re-send the file, but if it's not showing up in the database, then Ronnie won't believe that I re-sent it.