Did Rue get the Little Man in the Boat all fixed up?
(What? There was no man in his little boat? Never mind.)
Swampbear, The Elf and I are thinking of investing in a hot tub. What brand is yours and are you happy with it? The Elf is the type of consumer that researches everything to death before he buys something, which is a good thing, I agree, but I am hoping that if I can steer him to a particular brand with good customer satisfaction, it won’t take a year for him to make up his mind.
I work in the engineering field for a consulting engineering firm although I am a drafter, not an engineer. I have worked with Architects and Engineers for going on 18 years now, and I must add that geeky types like that are either dead boring, or wild and crazy partiers at heart. And for the record, Architects are insane. <day before project is due> “I made a little change to the floorplan that shouldn’t affect your design very much.” Said change involves moving an entire bathroom from one end of the building to the other. No… not a big deal at all…
Not to worry Shibberoni. When I eat uncooked dough of any sort, I pick around the egg. “Food safety” is my watchword. Actually that would be two watchwords, more a watchphrase actually, and my real watchword is “Timex”.
Now why would I have my Grandma in the bathroom whist I am constipated? That’s just wrong on so many levels. Swampy, you are one sick bastard.
Could may last three posts have been one? Yes, they could have. But then how would I pad my post count now that Post Count Padding Parties are no longer welcome? There is no way, that’s how. So I do what I can to get those big numbers. It lends me credibility. You know, people look at my name and see that big number of posts and think “Hey, this Rue guy must know something with all those posts he has!” Of course, those would be the same people who have never read one of my posts, so why would I want to impress them?
Rue, are you an engineer by any chance? Because the idea that people would think “Hey, this Rue guy must know something with all those posts he has!” shows the same sort of sly social awareness that “And to think I got into engineering for the girls and the glory…” demonstrates.
I don’t understand women and their hair-care products, specifically why it’s necessary for you to shield your eyes but it’s apparently just damned skippy to nail me directly in the face with a mis-aimed spritz while I’m driving. I think you should all just go ahead and varnish your heads. Get a couple of coats of polyurethane on there and that do will never move. Of course, I’m a fine one to talk, since passing a comb through what hair I’ve got is more of a nod to tradition than a way to address any observable need.
Since it appears that I’m the only sucker who’s going to be at work here on Friday, there is a vanishingly small yet still non-zero chance that I’ll just douse my office in kerosene and throw a match.
Well, I’ll be at work on Friday, so if you want to come up here and torch my work, too, you’ll be welcome. Aim for He’s Just Not That Into You, the Da Vinci Code, and those damn Gossip Girl books. Then we can run off with the till or something. Except if it keeps getting colder it might not be worth it- no customers.
Hair-care products? Women use hair-care products? Is this like that “makeup” I keep hearing about? ::suspicious:: I think we have one tube of gel. Mr. Lissar uses it. I do not own a hair-dryer. I’m sure we don’t have any hairspray.
I have done something painful to my neck. It hurts to turn it to the right. It may be related to sleeping on the couch last night. I slept on the couch because Mr. Lissar has a really bad, loud, hacking cough. Anyway, it’s making me re-think dance class tonight. Except then I’ll get fat and lazier. Hmm.
Of course he was wrong - according to my mom, eating the crusts gives you curly hair!! (she said as she looked at her poker-straight, bodyless locks) She also said if your palm itches, you’re going to come into money, and if you put your sweater on inside-out, you’re going to get a new sweater. Hmmmm, methinks her credibility is in question now.
In defense of engineers, the ones I worked with in Jacksonville could do wholesale recitations of Monty Python sketches before such a thing was fashionable. And being an engineer married to an engineer, I have to say the pillow talk is, um, interesting. Not everyone turns on the light and sits there, nekkid, sketching out something they’ve been discussing in the dark… :eek:
I want a four day weekend, but it isn’t going to happen.
Tomorrow is of course a federal holiday, and being a federal civil slave, I get the day off. I wanted to take Friday off, but didn’t think about it until it was too late. On top of that, I had to call in sick today because of a migraine, so there really isn’t any chance of my taking Friday off at all.
Today is my mommy’s birthday and we’re supposed to take her out for dinner. I was trying to sleep off the migraine, but the neighbor decided to play carpenter and has been banging the hell out of something for the last few hours. Well, at least I’m past the puking part; now my head just throbs. On top of that the office administrative assistant called me because she was having problems putting out a report that I’m responsible for putting out every day. I was so out of it when she called that I’m sure I wasn’t any help at all. At any rate, I am hoping that I can feel better before 7:00 this evening. I still have to purchase some kind of present for her. In addition, I have to take my son’s new glasses to be repaired. The damn screw fell out and so did his lense, so now I have to get that taken care of too.
I love raw pie dough and cookie dough. I’ve eaten it my entire life and have never had my hiney stuck shut, nor have I thrown up from salmonella poisoning. Guess I’ve been lucky.
My Mom always told me that if I went outside with me coat on, I’d get a new coat. And it worked! My mothe rthe mystic!
In hindsight, it wasn’t quite as prophetic as it sounds. See, I’d wear my coat to go outside to play, while I played, I would get too warm. Being too warm, I would take off my coat and put it some place safe, but still outside. Then, when I was done playing, I would go home. As for my coat, well, I’m sure it went to somebody’s home, just not mine. Twice.
As for sketching out things you’ve been discussing nekkid in the dark, I’ll see your engineers and raise you two avid football fans at the dawn of the West Coast offense. Damn Madden for ever teaching us all about X’s and O’s!
Hmm. Well, our pillow talk is either about martial arts (“And that’s why this kata is blah blah blah much more effective blah blah the O-Sensei from Okinawa blah blah”) or it’s something like, “Darling, I know you were trying to sleep, but can you be a Platonist and a Catholic, given Platonism’s inherent gnosticism?” :rolleyes:
Honestly.
Things are definitely exciting 'round here.
I didn’t go to class. I can’t turn my head. It’s stuck.
I was just reading a thread on another board about Trader Joe’s, and I really want one here. I get absurdedly (is that spelled right?) excited about food shopping. Especially exotic food shopping. I may be defective. Anyone want to ship me some Triple Ginger cookies? Or Total yogurt?
Some federal employees have to work tomorrow. And Friday too.
Oh, Ex, I thought just we medical technologists felt like that. I mean, come on, who even knows what a medical technologist is? I’ve got a degree and that certification jazz but no one ever sees me. It’s like being in a big black box-specimens go in, results come out, it’s magic! I might as well be a hamster.
I can’t really point to what I do either. Well… I could, but I’m pretty sure no one wants to see it, being about 99.5% really gross stuff.
Shoot.
[sup]I always thought engineers were cool, if that counts.[/sup]
Okay, really, really freaky time. I thought I was the only one to ever discuss the chance of resolving difficulties between Catholicism and Platonist thought. It is entirely possible that I asked my beloved at the time (now good friend) the exact same question, under very similar circumstances! :eek: and double :eek:
Oh wait, you asked about Platonist–I was a Neo-Platonist,(the writings of Plotinus, mostly). No double :eek: after all.
