Oh hey, I just looked it up. Calender or Callender is a real surname, "occupational name for a person who finished freshly woven cloth by passing it between heavy rollers to compress the weave." Now that I know that, it'll be easier to remember how to spell the other calendar!
Xander ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Brain transplants are so risky, though. They can cause personality changes and memory loss. Some people say they feel like a totally different person! IDK, Cindy, I wouldn't do it.
looking at Zenkitty.
blinking at Windsparrow
I just got an email from someone I haven't met. According to her email sig, she's working here; she's just new and we haven't met yet. She's asking how to get access to the software I'm in charge of, completely legit thing to inquire about. For some reason my brain is having the most Regency reaction, "She emailed me directly when we haven't been introduced! How uncouth!"
If you have a meeting, will you need a chaperone?
Of course! Think of my reputation! I am an unmarried woman!
She could have dropped off a calling card at least.
I want to get old-fashioned calling cards. With a floral border and just my name in a genteel script and my public email.
Calling cards are how nice people know you want them to join you and take tea of an afternoon.
It's not pushy like a business card.