Innocent Female Bystander grabbed by Thug: Want help!
And can you blame her?
Anya ,'Sleeper'
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Innocent Female Bystander grabbed by Thug: Want help!
And can you blame her?
Fay, have you seen Star Wars Episode III: The Backstroke of the West?
Besuited guy: I know. Make me past.
Paparazzi: The children's organ and life but is deprived in the meantime
Somebody: Carry on the back ask many sirs front side back
There's something almost Shakespearian and quite sad about this exchange. Especially "Make me past."
Charlie is ADORABLE. He's taken over as my new favorite kiddie-youtube, just beating out the "it's not toot, it's poopie" girl.
Yay for employment, JZ!
have you seen Star Wars Episode III: The Backstroke of the West?
This is what who fuck.
(err, I think that's a recommendation.)
Thug:
Little vexed. Stop a day to compare to me.
Stop the day compares.
Bewared of me to kill this woman.
The day compares
I think he was trying to write a haiku, but was shot for excessive dadaism.
Speaking of customer service, I just called OfficeMax to ask if the paper shredder on the ad that was in my hand was still available. The person denied the existence of the ad. The ad is current. The shredder is also on sale on the website, but I don't need $50 worth of stuff to get free shipping.
My shredder has shredded itself. A bunch of teeth are all mangled, so I have to clear a paper jam about every five sheets.
JZ, yay!
I am not having a good morning. I slept through two alarms and didn't wake up until 7:10...that's about 90 minutes late...and after a quick shower and a frantic call to the upper school admin assistant, flew out the driveway and into nasty rush hour traffic. What is normally a 45-50 minute drive took 90. I missed a department meeting and the first half of my first class, and the person covering my class just let them sit there and talk. Argh. Not that I can blame her, really, since she didn't get the sub plan I'd emailed, but still. Then I taught the second class, and now I'm sitting here without food or caffeine, staring at the huge pile of grading and feeling sorry for myself. My pity party, let me show you it.
You know the saying, "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing?" Modern customer service is more like that multi-armed woman in Tin Man.
You know the saying, "the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing?" Modern customer service is more like that multi-armed woman in Tin Man.
Yeah. Modern customer service is often like "The left hand has no idea how the spleen works."
So I can't get too specific without being more identifiable than I like, but my mother just got a MAJOR scholarly recognition -- like, most significant article in this scholarly field for the entire year -- and I wanted to brag. Nonspecifically. I might even get more specific later, but I think the prize itself may be news-embargoed or something, so I guess I shouldn't do it now.
And I'm sure very few even of you well-educated folks will ever hear about it, but it's still, if you'll pardon the expression, Made of Win.