such bad management going on.
Yikes.
Doesn't winter seem more like archiving season?
Willow ,'Lessons'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
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.
Jesse - Feb 02, 2010 4:06:05 am PST #5562 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Jessica - Feb 02, 2010 4:15:29 am PST #5563 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
She's probably in mild early labor, the kind that's not really OMG NO GOING BACK! labor. That, I'm informed, can go on for days and days.
My neighbor was in back labor for a WEEK before her son turned breech (which led everyone to go "okay, c-time!").
sarameg - Feb 02, 2010 4:17:59 am PST #5564 of 30001
Punxsutawney Phil can bite me. Thank goodness I am not superstitious.
More snow today. Meeting'o'riffic day. Plus evals. FUN.
Frankenbuddha - Feb 02, 2010 4:44:56 am PST #5565 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Happy Groundhog Day, everyone!!!
I'll probably end up posting that again tomorrow.
msbelle - Feb 02, 2010 5:04:10 am PST #5566 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
one drama-free day at work, that's all I'm asking.
Jesse - Feb 02, 2010 5:14:01 am PST #5567 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Heh -- Jon Stewart said biopic to rhyme with myopic.
Gudanov - Feb 02, 2010 5:15:09 am PST #5568 of 30001
Coding and Sleeping
Lee - Feb 02, 2010 5:21:28 am PST #5569 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I am having a hard time convincing myself that getting dressed and going to work is a good idea.
Jesse - Feb 02, 2010 5:22:05 am PST #5570 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Um, that's because it's not. Except for the whole "income" thing. So there's that.
Lee - Feb 02, 2010 5:25:44 am PST #5571 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's too bad I can't catch some mild yet highly contagious disease that would force me to work from home.
Anyone got a kid with pinkeye they want me to babysit?