I personally would consider interacting with a live rooster to be something of a curse in itself.

I would rather interact with a live rooster than 90% of the people I have to interact with on a daily basis. I knew a really cool Rhode Island Red rooster once; he'd be great company.

Anyone want to hear the rooster story? Of course you do. So I had a friend once, out on the Eastern Peninsula of Virginia, who had a bunch of cats and a couple dogs, and a pet rooster who lived in the house and stayed as close to her as possible. She didn't have any other chickens. I asked her once, how did she come to have this chicken boyfriend? She told me, her sister lived one a farm in Spokane, and once, having no money for a plane ticket, she'd piled her two kids into a little Ford and driven across the country to see her sister. When she got out of the car, this rooster appeared, ran across the barnyard as fast as his little chicken legs could take him, and leaped up on her shoulder. He would not leave her. From the moment he first heard her voice, he was in love with her. At first they tried to shoo him away, but he wouldn't go. So they indulged him, and he stayed with her, only leaving her at night, to crow happily at dawn right outside her window. After a week, when she was getting ready to go home, he jumped in the car with her. They decided not to fight Fate, and she drove five days back across the country with two kids, a new puppy, and a rooster in a tiny Ford. The rooster settled in to domestic life with his beloved, and they all lived happily ever after, except for any guy who came to visit her, because he would get a faceful of jealous chicken.

xcept for any guy who came to visit her, because he would get a faceful of jealous chicken.

OMG that's fantastic. What a story.

Okay. It being That Kind of Day, the heating pad seems to have actually melted part of my (apparently) acrylic sweat pants.

I thought Steph was pretty clear about not actually burning yourself! (I hope today is better.)

The rooster settled in to domestic life with his beloved, and they all lived happily ever after, except for any guy who came to visit her, because he would get a faceful of jealous chicken.

That is amazing.

flea, the low-level HR person seems like a good source of information, and it's totally legit to ask what the timeline is and/or who the replacement chair is. Four months is ridiculous!

I am glad I got my head around the fact that even though the person said she wants to make a decision about the job I applied for this week, I wouldn't hear anything until next week because process. I am still trying to get my head around the fact that I might not get the offer! I cannot check out of here yet.

Yes Gud, millions of people buy it, believe it, and will scream at you if you speak against him or ask for specifics.

Yeah, I suppose so. It's so depressing. I just hate the way he gets away with just saying something is awful and he'll make it great and that's it--no policy, no details, no ideas.

I would say that he and the R's are being exceptionally stupid about the whole ACA thing because none of the ideas being floating are going to fix what people don't like and they will own whatever happens, but with Fox News telling their base that anything bad that happens is the fault of liberals and government overreach they might actually not own what they create.

I'm sure that one person who went viral isn't alone -- they thought Obamacare was a failure but their ACA plan was great.

I originally wanted to post:

You need a live rooster to take the curse off you.

Teppy, marry me.

But Zenkitty's story was amazing. A roster boyfriend is kina awesome.

I'm awake. But only barely. One of the benefits/downfalls of working from home is that I don't have to WAKE UP for my commute, so I way too often sit at my desk, open my computer and am still 90% zoned out.

The rooster story makes me feel better about the world. I was gonna say that the live rooster doesn't usually stay live in the curse-removal process, but now I'd prefer to think they do- just hanging out with you eating up evil as if it were bugs.

I wouldn't say no to curse-removal with a side of coq au vin, personally.

Stuff you don't hear at the office every day, but that I am getting used to: coworker R comes back to the cube next to mine, and says, "L., Emilio Estevez wants to talk to you." L.: "Seriously? He doesn't know my name!" R: "He asked for you by name."

Ha, he had a copyright question! L. is our intellectual property librarian. She came back like, "Doesn't he have lawyers??"