Stuff I forgot last night: Cool pics, Meeks. It looks like a neat place.
Sorry about the loss doggio. But it sounds like you had fun - yay!
Congrats on the new 'puter, Jahdra.
Why am I awake already? (I’ve been up since 4:50…) Oh, yeah…getting close to an implementation and we’re not as far as we wanted to be and I have more things to do than I can count and…gonna go get ready for work so I can catch the 7:00 bus.
Is it Friday yet?
GT
Ah, no, no breaks. But I’ll give you a glass of OJ if you want.
Yo quiero Taco Bell. That’s Spanish for gimme a burrito, I think.
Mika cool pics. Reminds me of my uncle’s farm, sorta. Well, makes me think of it anyway. I spent a lot of time there as a lad. I kinda enjoyed helpin’ out which really bothered my folks cause they were afraid I’d do sump’n like take up farming for a living. Needless to say they were somewhat relieved at my career choice. Still, I don’t get all awwwy over the cute lil’ animals cause I know what the cows and chickens and all are for. I wonder if I have the mad chicken neck wringin’ skilz I used to have? A good farm life lesson is, never name the animals, cause if ya do, it makes it harder to eat that roast on Sunday.
Snakes I’d like to get up for a Cottonmouth game. It’d be fun! Would I get to make hissin’ noises like a snake? I seem to recall folks doin’ that at the one game I saw when the team first came to Columbus (pronounced Kolumbers).
Just dropping in to say hi – I’ve had a busy week and no time to keep up with all the action in the MMP. So, hi, everybody!
I would expect you to be familiar with ‘cerveza’, too, as in “Una cerveza, por favor”… 
a former co worker, of Puerto Rican origin, fielded many of the spanish language calls. I sat next to her and our phones “bounced” to each other (If I was on a call, she’d get my calls and vice versa) so she taught me how to say (and this is phonetic so forgive the spelling) “Esta hablanda on la outre linga” and “numero de telephono, por favor”. (Sometimes I said “s’il vous plait” instead) but because I mimicked her accent so wewll, people thought I was fluent and started talking to me, very quickly. So I started pronouncing it “Ester Hay-blando in la utter linger” to which they responded, slowly, with a name and number for callback
I took French classes all through high school, and now I can translate the French side of cereal boxes. Fat lot of good that was.
I think I’m leaning towards Mexican tomorrow, because Mr. Lissar never eats it, and there will be a greater variety of booze available than at the barbeque place. Not tequila, though. I will drink margaritas but I refuse to do another tequila shot, ever. They are vile.
Great pics meeks! Specially those two cute school kids. The free roaming chickens reminded me of one of our local attractions. In the town of Oveido (home of UCF. Go Knights!) there is a large population of feral chickens. What’s really fun is that they are known to hang out at the local KFC.
Another interesting tidbit about UCF (University of Central Florida). Mr. Anachi is among the first gradjits. He tells me that prior to universityness, the campus was home to Florida Technical College or something like that, which is not relevant to the story. What is humorous is that the student body was asked to propose names for the new university. By far the most popular was University of Florida Orlando. Unfortunately, the powers that be had no sense of humor.
I have to go forge the Drama Queen’s signature and scan it to use in a letter she’s sending with 150 press kits. Hmmmm, I wonder if I could disguise a little cow’s head in the cursive? 
Tupug
mika, You use Google, right? I use Picassa to store and organize pics on my 'puter, so I tried their Photo web site, and it’s not only faster to download, but easier to use then even Yahoo is. Right from Picassa, drop pictures into the tray, label the folder and in one click it uploads them to a web site. I’m going to be off of Photobucket too, but I went this way.
Well, I’ll agree he’s cute but I look really tired in that pic. Maybe 'cause I have been, these days. 
Yeah, the chickens were kind of cute. But the weird thing was, they kept saying all this stuff was from so long ago but my grandparents and in some cases my aunts and uncles in India used all those things.
swampy, farm life is hard. I spent a small amount of time on my great-uncle’s farm. He was a really cool guy.
I’ll have LOTS more pics for you guys on Monday. Let me tell you my plans for the weekend, starting tonight:
Thursday night - Dance practice with the SCA again
Friday night - Dinner at Jack’s Oyster House and Blue Man Group
Saturday - Best friend is coming up, we’re going on the Albany Aquaducks tour
Sunday - Bronx Zoo!
I’m tired just thinking about it, but it’s going to be fun! Thankfully we have Monday off.
I tend to use my French skills to read washing instructions in my clothes. It’s more fun to read them in a foreign language than in English. Although maybe this is why I shrink things occasionally. :smack: 
I have to share a Rachael Ray recipe: penne with pumpkin and sausage. We had it last night, and it is awesome! Really really really super yummy.
I can still get by with my Spanish if people go very slow, and I can read simple French and Italian, seeing as how the languages are very similar and I’m very good with languages.
I actually have quite the proficiency with languages - I have a smattering of Japanese, a good bit of Spanish, and a handful of words from others, plus Hindi and Punjabi. I wish I had time to learn more languages, like Russian, master Japanese, and some real Italian.
Yuck. At work yesterday one of Mr. Lissar’s co-workers told him that bellydancing is ‘A load of hippie bullshit’ and that it’s just ‘a fancy name for stripping’. He started to argue, was cut off, and gave up without punching the guy.
I have volunteered to punch him instead. Moron. There are hippie bullshit bellydancers, and you do get loonies who tell you that you’ll be all in touch with the Earth Goddess if you dance. They tend to teach the ‘do what you feel, man’ type of class instead of Egyptian technique and control, and tend not to be very good.
Sigh. Time for breakfast, and then I have to phone our old church for baptism and wedding certificates so we can prove that we’re a) married, and b) baptised.
Just don’t stress it, and think of how little fun people like this have in their lives, when all they look for is dirty things around them. Dirty is in the mind as much as for real. My cousin-brother, his parents won’t let us sit on the couch together, leaning against each other, while we watch TV. The dirtiness is all in their minds. Thankfully, they’re in India and we’re in the States, so we smile and nod when they tell us things and do whatever we want anyway. And in consequence, their lives are miserable, since forever they are doing what’s “proper” and what people think is best, rather than what they enjoy.
Just checkin’ in right quick before I go funeralize. Hope everybody’s havin’ a peachy dandy day.
Bobbio I learned it as, “Una cerveza pronto!”
Good morning everybody.
Nice pics, Meeks.
Sorry about your sore throat and all, canine-waiter-upon.
I’m tired, lots to do here at work. All kinds of projects and requests are coming my way.
I toyed with the idea of taking tomorrow off, so I’d have a four day weekend. BUT, there is just too much to do here and it should be relatively quiet tomorrow, so hopefully, I’ll get some of these data requests done.
Li-li, people like that aren’t even worth getting worked up over.
Well, I need to get bunches of work done.
I wanna go to Jacks too! 
Morning, all.
Not much going on, 'cept both bosses seems to be absent. PARTY! Not.
Nice pics, Meeks. I’ve always been a city girl, so it’s cool to see a farm.
The only French I remember from high school is how to count, and a few words. I’m sure I mix them up with Spanish, too.
Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, ummm— deuze? treize quatorze cinze seize dix-sept dix-huit dix-neuf vingt. Ta-da!
You guys strip?
I keed. I know…
Wow, my MIL would be thrilled to know she’s a stripper. Since she’s been belly dancing for exercise for like 20 years.
Not much going on here, except it finally cooled off. It’s about ****ing time. I got through the rush part of the work I have to do so maybe can take a few hours and watch all the shows I’ve been recording for the last two weeks. Hopefully at least one or two of them will be lousy so I don’t feel the need to watch them any more, since I can’t usually count on much TV time.
Other than that, I got nothin’.