Surgery ~ma, Dana!
This noise is bout ta drive me mad. Sounds like a pneumatic jackhammer.
They're working under my trees. If they damage them I'm going on a rampage. Just so you know. Maybe I'll arm myself and take over a wildlife refuge. That's okay now, right? I bet it's quiet at a wildlife refuge.
People who leave less than a cup of coffee in the communal carafe without making a fresh pot should be banned from the commons.
That's okay now, right? I bet it's quiet at a wildlife refuge.
Well, you are white, but you aren't male, so I'm not sure. Might only be half okay.
Hmpf. Probably any white male I could find to back me up in this protest would be unpleasant company. Of course, he would hypothetically have all the guns. My only weapons are an iron skillet, a bayonet, and an Iron Man action figure.
Um, Zen, for what it's worth, you could probably go to a wildlife refuge for the quiet without an armed takeover. Just putting that out there?
Hope surgery is going well, Dana!
New author ridiculousness:
Me: Please provide these data, with the numbers expressed to 2 decimal places PER JOURNAL POLICY.
Author: Do you really want these data?
Me: [looks into the camera like I'm on The Office]
(For real, that is the author's response verbatim.)
I now have to email the author back and say the equivalent of "When I requested those data, I WAS NOT KIDDING, YOU ASS. The fact that I requested the data should have clued you in to the fact that I NEED THE DATA." But, you know, more polite.
I don't suppose you can phrase it "I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want."
Connie FTW.
Have the last couple of weeks turned into an unplanned diet for anyone else? I'm wishing I'd worn a belt today.