Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Today is all sorts of clusterfuck. What is wrong with people? Obviously I don't do my job right, because one sick day, and we seem to be further behind than when I was last here. This is not actually how job security is supposed to work.
Just had a vendor presentation by people who are not as slick as they think we are. Sometimes, I think having been a vendor is one of the worst decisions I made in my career--or at least not staying a vendor. I get so twitchy during presentations, because I'm criticising them as a former presenter as well as a potential/current customer.
We had to dress business formal today, and everyone is giving me shit. Apparently I don't usually look...polished? Whatevs. At least I know my 80s style dress suit is fly. It was either that or my 70s style dress suit, because that's how I roll. For some reason, I haven't found my one true suit suit.
I always think I have a very flat, Midwestern anchorperson type of accent, until I go somewhere else, and someone thinks I'm southern, and I'm all "WHA?? You don't even KNOW."
But I pick up accents pretty easily, except I can't do a good Aussie accent to save my life. I came back from 6 months in London with a pretty decent Brit tinge, and I still can't rid myself of "bloody" and "bugger."
Which was nice in the American classroom, because I could still cuss and not be outed for it. (I would also cuss in French & German, but too many of my students knew Spanish to get away with that one.)
And now I can cuss at work all day long AND IT'S FUCKING GREAT!
My accent has flattened out enough that people ask me why I have one.
Because otherwise I'm *so* local. Bite me!
And...another sassy comment on my clothes. Last time I wear sheer hose ever, I swear.
(Man, if I could wear a corset tomorrow, I totally would)
I've noticed something interesting re: my sister Linda and her Facebook friends. Nearly all of them use their maiden names as part of the Facebook names, but then most of them are people I remember were her friends in high school and before. Heck, elementary school, some of them. I suppose it's natural that they'd still use the names they've known each other by for decades.
And it occurred to me that there is no one I communicate with online--other than Hubby and Linda--who knows me by my maiden name. But I moved far away from that old world, and Linda currently lives within ten miles of where she was born and grew up.
Completely tangential, because Dan just made me watch this spoof animated video someone made of '80's cartoons.
I married a deeply disturbed individual. Space Stallions, for your...um, delectation? [link]
It's totally work-safe. But not earworm or synthesizer-safe.
And...another sassy comment on my clothes. Last time I wear sheer hose ever, I swear.
Well, if you'd wear a skirt over the sheer hose no one would comment.
Well, if you'd wear a skirt over the sheer hose no one would comment
Are you talking smack about my panties?
I just narrowly avoided having my picture taken with some vituperative trash talk.
I can't find the "KICK ME" sign on my back, but it must be there somewhere.
Much better animation than most of the '80s cartoons.
Is it weird that I sort of want to introduce an old friend from grad school who teaches at Tulane to our NO Buffistas? I feel like some sort of creepy Emma matchmaking type. But I think they'd like each other! On ... pretty much no grounds except I like them all?
Toddson, yes, and it shouts out to Thundercats and Captain Planet and ....god, what was it? Captain Bravestar? Did anyone but me and my sister watch that? My dad would come home right as it was airing, and holler out mocking transformation suugestions: "Shape of a jaguar fart!"
(The rainbow synthesizer slays me.)
I don't think it's weird at all, flea.
