As someone who spent twenty years "taking a knee" in martial arts classes, and who wouldn't know Tebow if he proposed marriage to her right now (seriously, I don't even know his first name), I'm going merrily along with my knee shit, and hope the rest of the world will rejoin me someday.

A co-worker has dared me to behave. I should not have been snarky in that email, but at least it was about an external company, so I figure I'm safe, even if it is demonstrably bad form.

Thanks for all the condolences, all.

Look, I have a shiny new/old/refurbished name!

Great. Now I'm going to be totally fucked up with how to refer to you.

Why is this not about me?

Aw, sniff.

I join Jesse in sniffling.

I suppose I could change my board name to Spare Cat for karmic balance, but trust me, that's not a feline persona one wants to adopt.

Aww, Lee.

Someone pass the tissues, please.

Great. Now I'm going to be totally fucked up with how to refer to you.

Just don't call me late for dinner!

(sorry, couldn't resist)

Perkins,

I'm late, but my condolences.

In re the cruise ship - I heard somewhere that when the captain was complaining about it being dark, De Falco asked him if he wanted to go home ... and Captain Clueless pretty much said yes.

Oh, Lee, I am sorry.

I am sick. My coworkers must hate my coughing fits, but I only have a total of 15 hours of leave right now. And I have meetings tomorrow.

OTOH, I feel kind of exhausted. I thought it was chronic sinusitis, but why am I coughing so much?