Spare me from entering teeny little numbers into huge columns, otherwise known as grading. How computer programmers and such do it is beyond me. It could be worse, I could be back in the old days, just six or seven years ago, when I had to do the calculating by hand. Well, by head really, because my hand doesn’t do math, my brain does. And not particularily well anymore because it’s been a long time since I waited tables. Waiting tables is the best for learning to multiply, add, and such. I used to be able to calculate tax on a 6.79 sammich and be actually correct. Didn’t use my fingers or anything.
Tippy Winders is an excellent cat name. FWOOSH would be amusing until something serious came up, like graduation and then the person would call out “FWOOSH Delicious” and people in the audience would snicker and frown dissapprovingly at the frivolous naming done by such silly parents. My rule of naming is don’t name something you wouldn’t want in a doctor. Tippy Winders Delicious would be a very trustworthy doctor. FWOOSH Delicious would leave a sponge in you, you would suspect. It would make a good nickname, though. Nicknames are largely exempt from the doctor rule. Tippy Winders “FWOOSH” Delicious.
welby by your concise standards, I now envision all *rackateers * to look like Jersy Goombah’s and Jimmy Hoffa playing this confusion game.
I don’t think this game will catch on over here.
Yesterday I was in an office building and one of the tenents was a Scott Babe, MD. I toyed with the idea of making an appointment with Dr. Babe, but I decided that reality might interfere with my perfectly good fantasy about what Dr. Babe would be like. Men have naughty nurses, I now have Dr. Babe. Sounds fair to me.
*Oh Dr. Babe, I think I need an examinations . . . *
Yeah, but I’d rather see a wiggly-dance than have to do a bunch of typing.
< thoughtful look>
Hmmm. . . maybe I can get a wiggly dance because I’m writing the MMP. Or might be writing the MMP. Perhaps I can even hold the MMP hostage until I get my wiggly dance.
And Magickly Delicious, I think that FWOOSH (I can’t do all the fancy coding stuff) is a good name for a pet. Then again, this is coming from a guywho has owned animals named Smurf, Armpit, Mr. Ugly Ugly, Munchkin, Band Camp, Reboot, and Pandora, so take the opinion however you will.
And Shirley, it was the most popular game in my neighborhood when I was a kid.
At least I accoplished something worthwhile today.
I just noticed that while this thread has (until this one) 85 meager replies, at last count there were 1211 views. 1211! Obviously there a few spoilsports out there who are reading this stuff but not posting anything. This shall not stand.
You. That’s right, I’m talking to you, all sitting there and smirking at me, hiding behind your monitor. Post something clever. Now.
I already knew John Cusack was cute, Kally. I saw him in Grosse Point Blank, High Fidelity, and Pushing Tin. It’s just that I don’t really think of him as hot, being that he’s almost old enough to be my dad n’ all. But John Cusack circa 1989 is about my age, and definitely qualifies as hot. I’ve never seen Tapeheads, so I’ll be sure to add it to my list of stuff I wanna rent.
Ashes, you silly person you. Cats don’t graduate or become doctors.
I’ve never played cricket. I think it looks kinda silly. But I’m sure that English people think American football looks kinda silly, so it all evens out in the end. We didn’t play cricket in my neighborhood - we played stuff like hide ‘n’ seek and volleyball. Easy things like that.
Computer programmers don’t do it, they tell the computers to do it. That’s what is, or was, so great about being a computer programmer. It is, or was, a great field for people who are creatively lazy.
Hey Rue, does the little woman get Friday off ‘cause of King Ronnie’s death? If so, does that mean you get an extra day at the beach?
We’re thinkin’ we might go to the beach this weekend too. Not your beach, our beach. If it was the same beach you could come by and we’d barbeque, but it’s not. I’m just sayin’
We need to mow the grass at the cabin very badly. (that’s how I do it - badly). And I’ve built a lean-to shed to attach to the side of the cabin. It’s big enough to put 2 bicycles into. Whether we will actually put the bikes in it is still being debated, but it’s been sitting in the driveway here for a week, and I want it to go there, where it will be more useful.
I obviously have nothing cogent to say, I’m just posting to keep the stats up.
Excuses! Excuses! Get yer Excuses here! Hot of da presses! Excues! Excuses!
<1930’s Movie Newsboy Voice off>
OMG, Magickly! John Cusack is almost old enough to be your Dad !! That’s it. There are entirely too many people younger than me. I want you all to age right now. Right this very minute. Ten years at least. If you don’t have kids, make it 20. From now on, no one is young enough to have John Cusack, Hugh Jackman or Viggo Mortenson as a dad. You hear me? I mean it! No one!
However, you are right, Now Slightly Older Magickly, cats do not graduate to become doctors. Cats are natural lawyers. It’s parrots that graduate to be doctors.
So, it’s hot and it’s humid and even tho I get Friday off, I don’t get a vacation this year. Not that that has anything to do with anything. But it’s after 5 and my sweetie isn’t home yet and I can’t call because I have the cell phone here and if he had the cell phone in the car, I couldn’t call anyway because I don’t have a phone.
No, there’s no point.
But Ex made me feel guilty for not posting more. Well, actually, no he didn’t. But that’s all I got.
Hot and Humid here as well but what do you expect? This is Fladuh! We don’t get Friday off but we did have some jellybeans in our staff meeting today in honor of the late prez. We also had Kettle Corn which wasn’t in honor of the late prez but was just there because jellybeans didn’t seem like enough stuff. I want to warn everybody to STAY AWAY FROM THE KETTLE CORN! That stuff is like Crack! :eek:
Boss at my Crappy Job just told me today that my Good Job was interfering with her schedule- I am no longer available for both Friday and Saturday. She told me I got the second job to augment my hours, but she can no longer give me very many hours because she only really wants me to work weekends. She says that my Good Job is too difficult for her to deal with. I will have to Decide Which Company I Am More Committed To.
Also, I have callously decided to move on Tuesday, and need Tuesday and Wednesday off.
I have seven hours’ work next week.
Seven whole hours! That’s… umm… 51.03! Golly gee! Think how much less it would have been if I hadn't got that generous .14 raise!
I’m going to talk to my Good Job manager, and if he can up me to as little as 20 hours a week, I’m quitting Crappy Job. I can’t wait.
End rant
Viggo Mortenson is what, 45? I’m 25, so he’s old enough to be my dad. Well, not old enough to be my Dad, because my Dad is 74. But maybe Mr. Lissar’s Dad. I’m nearly 26, if it makes you feel better, Kallessa. A year or so younger than Orlando Bloom.
[QUOTE=KallessaOMG, Magickly! John Cusack is almost old enough to be your Dad !! That’s it. There are entirely too many people younger than me. I want you all to age right now. Right this very minute. Ten years at least. If you don’t have kids, make it 20. From now on, no one is young enough to have John Cusack, Hugh Jackman or Viggo Mortenson as a dad. You hear me? I mean it! No one![/QUOTE]
Kallessa, there’s alot to be said for older women…wisdom and experience (wink, wink) are our allies. Sexy older women definitely have some advantages.
Watch “Something’s Gotta Give.” I laughed and laughed.
Put a little light oil in a wok on high heat and you’ve got something.
I wasn’t trying to make you feel guilty, nor was I sucking up. When I first started posting here I figured that I already new the ropes, because I’d been lurking for so long, and then I screwed up royally*. You were the only Doper who stuck up for me and helped me find my feet. Remember the Great Board Crash of '02? That worked out really well for me, because everything went down the memory hole and I got to start over. Sometimes good things come out of tradgeties. Sometimes it’s also the gift that keeps on giving, because you can’t go back and check on me.
Everybody: We have a substitute MMP poster. It’s welby, dangit, and he did a really, really good job last time. We weren’t really fighting, either, we just had a mock argument that seemed to get out of control. I don’t even remember what it was about, to be honest. I had much more fun with the Designing Contraptions To Launch Small Mammals Through The Air discussions anyway. Besides, you voted, I appointed. My word is law.
Eh. I still want to see some lurker posts. Post, dammit. That’s what this thing is here for. Stop scarfing the free ice cream. I’d also like to reiterate that principal problem in my life is that I have to carry a cell phone. I hate cell phones.
*I got all smart-assed in a Rue thread before the “MMP” thing was formalized.
Sorry, Lissla, you are officially nearly 46. Do what you will with Orlando Bloom, Gods know I think older woman/younger man relationships are very logical, but you are older than cute hottie Bloom and we all know it. earthpuppy, I agree, I have no problems being the age I am, I’m so much better now than when I was in my 20’s that some man’s gonna get the time of multiple lives as soon as one of them has enough sense to realize what a catch I am. the problem is so many people being younger than me. To hear John Cusask or Viggo Mortenson described as old. . . that’s just wrong. Paul Newman is old, still a hottie, but old. Even Sean Connery is old. But John Cusack? John Cusack! Not possible.
I’ve never seen Tapeheads, so I’ll be sure to add it to my list of stuff I wanna rent.
I’m just sayin’