I feel terrible and would love to go home sick, so I'm not happy about being pinged on a project I'm behind on while I'm trying to eat lunch and work on something that's supposed to launch tomorrow.
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.
I finished a box of GS Cookies last night (Samoas), and then dreamed that I had a stomach bug. It was a bit of a surprise to wake up and realize I wasn't, in fact, ill.
I'm getting lots of little requests for information this week--keeps me hopping, even though none of it is very important.
I've been asked to review the work of a person who does the same job I do. A couple of his projects are showing strange variances over the last couple of months and they want me to confirm the cause of the variances. In going over his work, I spent a day totally confused, then printed everything out (which I never do). Now I found some of the causes and I need to talk to the guy to understand where he is pulling numbers from. I just need to get in the right head space so that the conversation is collaborative instead of "what the heck were you thinking".
I cannot express how sad I am that the local GS councils here use the bakery that makes Caramel Delights and not Samoas. Samoas are the BEST! Caramel Delights are just OK, not much better than the Keebler version.
No Samoas, Jesse? Well, that's just WRONG.
Oh, btw, did you see the NYT article on AD care in the prisons? It's both awful and heartwarming.
Oh, heartwarming? I kind of thought it would just be awful! So I skipped it. Maybe later...
Given that you're randomly throwing esses in where as should go means that's probably a wise choice. I wish I could emulate you, Matt.
Agh, couldn't see the letters well enough to tell I was making typos. Since I'm home being wsked up from my nap by a surprise visit from the plumber, I wish I could reslistically offer to take on at least half the pain you're suffering while I'm being unproductive. (Some headache did punch through the max Aleve dose I took, but not enough that it would keep me home if my vision were clear. This one's apparently an aura-throwing savant.)
Skipped and skimmed to say I just had a quivering, slack-jawed geekgasm over the new Avenger's trailer, which is made of deep-fried awesome.
Because I thought some people might, um, also like it.
We're deep-frying over in Movies, Erin. Come join us!
nudges Erin toward Movies where the collective geekgasm is