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.
Have the last couple of weeks turned into an unplanned diet for anyone else?
Only the eating-my-feelings diet.
(This post sponsored by TJ's turkey-and-stuffing-flavored kettle chips.)
Pretty sure I've eaten more candy in the last couple of weeks than in the previous ten years put together.
I have been eating a lot of candy.
For one thing, I found two bags of Halloween candy in the back of a cupboard that I probably bought on sale after Halloween 2015 and forgot about. They'd been through the heat of the summer and gotten all crumbly, so I stuck it in ziploc bags and tempered it with the sous vide process and somehow sampling to make sure it came out okay turned into eating all of it.
I'm having shrimp and grits for lunch, and I feel like I need to explain to someone that it is not Shrimp and Grits, it's just grits that I have topped with "barbecue" shrimp, Tasty, but I'm fairly sure not what Nora, for example, would expect.
I'm very pleased to have figured out a successful grits making strategy, btw. It is not something I have had in my skill set.
Maybe you mean grits with shrimp?
Dying on endless conference call.
Plus side: It's about an investor pitch where the investors are hot to trot, which means I'd get back pay for all the months of unpaid work I've done on this thing.
So...that's worth it.