Xander ,'Get It Done'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You've so sorely downgraded your chances of fancy, though. Really working against yourself. Pfft.
::sigh:: I am running the world's clunkiest SQL. I have bumped into temp segment issues already. All this so I can give a list of IDs to the tech chick. Why I can't give her the SQL statement is beyond me.
Hmph -- that's why I said fancy, not red carpet.
The best you might be able to do in Boston is the Haydn Handel society.
ETA: Or is Handel and Haydn? I can't remember.
Some guy went undercover to an organization that claims to "cure" gays. The ex-gay files: The bizarre world of gay-to-straight conversion
"Are you feeling quite lustful with the SSA [same-sex attraction]?" [a female psychotherapist who practices conversion therapy asks]. I reply that I am – but not just lust. In my last relationship, I say, I felt profound love towards my boyfriend. "That needs to be broken," she says. "There's a darkness that's very real that keeps you as its dog, but of course our God is more powerful than that."
Yes! I found my errant clause and nested it correctly. Much better result set.
Exult with me.
I did actually find another queer girl with my same name who was cute and my type but she's taken. So no worries.
Handel and Haydn
This one.
Nobody's exulting with me. I'm three days ahead of deadline. Which means three days to wonder what I've gotten wrong.
I just got an email (uh, printed out, just because) to tell me that I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale. I'd rather an extra day of massages and fewer games, but whatever.
::exults with ita::
Man, I could go for a massage.
Nobody's exulting with me.
I was gonna! Then I got distracted by a Javascript DOM issue. Which I figured out.
I'm going to get an engraved champagne flute (in addition to the plain one I toasted with this morning) to commemorate the sale.
That's more useful than the gifts I've received. One was a sorta' hourglass, except all the sand falls though at once (it falls though a filter thing that spells out our client's name) and another is a clear plastic or Pyrex thingie that has a sample of crude oil embedded in it.
I will exult! Even in my dungarees and grody sweatshirt. Because I have no place fancy to go.