fcm, sounds like idiot stoopidhead and whacko astronaut were drinking the same funny water…only she had way more than him.
doggieb, you’re supposed to frah the fishies with your clothes on. 
Speaking of, and I am not making this up, Mr. Anachi actually had seconds on the Tillapia. :eek: He even said it was really good. :eek: :eek:
Tupug
Surprisingly, they are much lower.
The Bill pic is awesome.
Zelli --can we know what train you’re in charge of? (just make something up–the only one who’ll know differently is BooFae, if this is a matter of National Security). I’ve ridden the Tube many a time in my (3) trips to London–no one ever bled or vomitted, nor did any of MY trains break down. Must be karma.
Hazenut --OK, can you name some Korean-American classics, then? And how come Korea doesn’t have its own body o’ literature? <confused> I just read for my YA class, a book by An Na, A Step from Heaven. Very good immigrant story. Use that–tell 'em Rigs recommended it to ya. Thank me later.
Union negotiations, missing knitting needles, incompetent bosses…we have the makings here of a GREAT murder mystery!
Off to be library serf now.
MBG, I highly recommend this nifty device called Babelfish.
Rigs, Korea does have its own literature - just not much has been handled by American scholars because very little of it has been translated well. My primary text is Dictee, which has become very well-known among Asian American scholars but has never really reached the general public (it’s a weird-ass book).
I swear I’m going to drag my ass to belly-dancing today. At this rate I’m going to be a shapeless blob before springtime.
LiLi (and Haze I guess, since this peripherally a UC story too):
Last week, I watched a documentary about the Chicago Columbian Exposition in 1893. They interspersed some new stuff they filmed to depict the different characters one might’ve seen on the Midway at the fair.
They kept showing a belly dancer. She was gorgeous. Seemed to dance really well too.
But mostly she was gorgeous. I remember proposing to the TV.
This stuff I’m doin’… it is so painfully booooooooooring!!! My brain is numb and I’m only about a quarter way through it. I gotta get it done though cause I have to have it for a meeting tomorrow morning. So, in that vein…
swampbear, young man, get in there and get that plan done NOW! No more goofing off til you’re done. Don’t look at me that way! I said get busy, and I mean get busy NOW, young man!
Reckon that’ll help any?
The Cherry Family Stuffed Opus. Cherry Family Bill and Opus together, in the background.
You gotta know the right toys to make babies happy.
Puggy - I didn’t think they were that low, what with the sweet cherry filling and confectioner’s glaze, not to mention the shortening and eggs used in the pastry dough. However, it’s good to know that indulging in one of those is no worse than a cup of ramen noodles.
Of course, that just makes me more miffed that they didn’t have any this morning.
Hmpf.
Swampy - I don’t know if that’ll help, but we’d be glad to harangue you for a change!
One of my friends when I was in the Navy was raised in Germany. He didn’t start speaking English until he was about 6 or 7 (even though he’s always been an American citizen). Sometimes it was very obvious talking to him that English wasn’t his first language. You could actually see the gears roll in his head when he was translating what he heard in English into German, process it, and then translate the answer or response in his head from German to English before speaking.
And could we please keep the noise down in here today. Too many beervages last night. Had a going-away gathering for one of our calibration techs, and I stayed waaaaaay late at the bar.
Those numbers are for a 2.5-once serving though. I’m guessing the average danish from the bakery weighs a good deal more than that.
I have to apologize to one of my cube neighbors. Yesterday he bought a present for his girlfriend and was all excited about buying it… on clearance. And I laughed. I couldn’t help it. For some reason, it just struck me as extremely funny to buy your girlfriend a Valentine’s present on clearance. Sorta like watching a sitcom and you know the gf’s going to find out and all kinds of wacky things will happen. But now I feel bad for laughing. So now I have to find some time today when there aren’t 3 zillion other people around to apologize. ::sigh:: Some day I have to learn to keep my mouth shut in the first place.
Ok, I’m up and caffeinating. It’s another cloudy snowless day at work for me.
LiLi, I read your dance descriptions. My spine and my knees whimper, but I read them.
MBG, you should try babelfishing that contract, it might make more sense after 6 or 7 translations.
swampy, you want motivation? [R. Lee Ermey]I WANT THAT PLAN PREPED AND DEPLOYED BY 1100 HOURS MAGGOT! WIPE THAT SMILE OFF YOU FACE AND GET TO WORK, OR YOU’LL REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN![/R. Lee Ermey]
Haze, the same goes for you.
puggy, you’re confusing me with the bear. 
Sorry for the shouting, Sean! I hope the head feels better eventually
Got a bad head, SF?
We had very nice beerverages at the pub last night, a couple of pints of Kelham Island’s Easy Rider and a bit of Holden’s Golden Glow. Then home to bed to wait for the snow!
How’s the head, Sean?
I’m going shopping for Mr. Lissar’s and Best Friend’s birthday present in an hour. Mr. “What?-You-want flowers from-me-on-my-birthday-just-cause-it’s-Valentine’s-Day?” Lissar.
Cold oatmeal in his side of the bed, that’s what I’m getting him.
Look everybody, the poor man’s in misery so…
DON’T SHOUT AT SEAN!!!
Know what? My little motivational speech to myself worked! I’m all done with the boooooooring quality improvement stuff. I also realized that not all of it is mine. Some others have to do some stuff too. Well, ultimately it all is mine but I have to have their stuff to input, which is supposed to be ready by meetin’ time tomorrow morning. Any nonready stuff will incur the wrath of da bear and nobody wants that. :eek:
LiLi, I take it VD is Mr. Lissar’s birthday? I should probably already know that. So, he gets you flowers and he gets what… to sleep in his own bed? 
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
Y’ALL QUIT BEING MEAN TO SEAN, HEAR???
Morning, all. Nearly afternoon, but hey, I couldn’t get into the Dope until just a few minutes ago.
You wanted a stuffed Bill the Cat, Mork? Looks like exactly the same one the Cherry family has!
Swampy, since you were so good at yelling at yourself to get your stuff done, will you please yell at me to get my work done? Because I’m seriously unmotivated today, but I have got to get some work done here before the day is out. The fact that it’s a really crappy job doesn’t help any, either.
Ever notice how sometimes, when you’re not sitting at work, looking for something to do, you actually forget to check the Dope?
Oh. Just me? Well … I’ve had napping and television to do, you know. 
Let’s see … went for a job interview on Friday … only I discovered once I got there that they were a staffing service, which teed me off a little, but I stayed and took the tests and had the interview anyway, since I’d gotten all dressed up. They sent an e-mail on Monday to tell me that if I wanted, they could give me two days’ work at eleven dollars an hour. I said thank you, but I’m not looking for temporary work. What I wanted to say was “I’m not having to go through the unemployment rigamarole all over again next week for eleven lousy dollars an hour.” So, the hunt continues. And next week, I’m really going to get serious about it.
Went up to Maine this past weekend for our Imbolc circle. (Wiki article here, for those wondering what Imbolc means.) Lots of snow on the way up, but thankfully those in the car with me were also of the opinion that we’d rather be late than dead, and we cruised through Massachusetts at a respectable twenty-five. :eek: It took a long time, but we arrived safely, and that’s the important part.
And now, let me tell you about my little friend Sarah. Sarah is the three-year old daughter of my old college roommate. (Some of you may recall the kerfluffle back in September about Sarah’s mom and her still-married beau and the possibility that we all might have to kick his wife’s ass–no matter, he’s finally left the wife, but the rest is still working itself out.) Anyway, Sarah is special. Her older brother can give you a perfectly accurate weather report extending about one week, as long as you’re asking about what the weather will be in the exact spot he’s standing when you ask him. Sarah is a little different. Sarah says things like “Mommy, when are we moving?” when her mother had only begun to consider the possibility and has never said anything aloud. Perceptive kid.
Anyway, Saturday afternoon, Sarah was prancing around me, bouncing off my stomach repeatedly, when she put her hands on my belly, looked up at me and said “Do you have a baby in your belly?” Rather shocked (and not a little put out that she thought I was that fat, naturally), I said no. She responded with “When are you going to have that baby?” Not a baby. That baby. Because there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that Sarah meant a very specific baby that she was looking forward to meeting.
My response was “When they make them low-carb.” Sarah toddled off to bother somebody else while her mom resolutely tried not to laugh. But now I’m all scared that I’m going to get pregnant by accident. As if I might slip and fall into a puddle of genetic material, seeing as nobody seems to be making an effort to bring some to me. (Plus, another of my friends–who has a tendency to be right about these things–has been repeatedly dreaming about me being pregnant at Roomie’s wedding. Of course, Roomie and her new boyfriend have only been together about six weeks, but I will place my prediction here and say they’ll be handfasted next Beltane. So look for me to get knocked up around this time next year.)
Let’s see … what else? Oh! I went and got a new tattoo yesterday, because I figured it was a good idea to get it done during a time when I wouldn’t be required to wear pants at all times. Here is the picture–please don’t mind the fact that there’s cat hair stuck in the Tattoo Goo and I’m still leaking ink. (And for those who will ask, it says hope in Kryptonian. Yes, I’m a big dork.)
And I think that’s all I’ve got. I can’t catch up this week, but rest assured I send hugs, congrats, and sympathetic grrs to all those who need them.
Drae, forget to check The Dope? :dubious: Next thing is going on a road trip with a diaper and a mallet. :eek: Maybe The Right Guy will crash Roomie’s wedding?
Tigs, young lady, there is no excuse for you not getting your work done! I don’t care if it is crappy, it still puts food on the table does it not? Now, get in there and get busy! I expect to see this done by the end of the day, young lady, no excuses! Go! Now! Don’t stomp your foot at me! Do you want me to give your pudding to your sister? Well, then, get in there and get busy. I saw that! You know what you did! It won’t help. Now, get busy, young lady, and I mean NOW!
Howzat?
