Sweet lord 'n chives but it’s cold out there. According to the weather plugin thingy on my PDA it says it’s hitting a low of -9C (-17C apparent) today, but that it is currently -2C (-8C apparent). I think it’s a lying sack of balls, however, as it feels like it’s already hit its low. My ears will attest to this. It also just started snowing like a bastage out there. There, LiLi, there is now a copious amount of nature’s dandruff flying out there.
Welcome back, Nava! How was the trip? The new job? The car? (You did remember the car, did you not?)
swampy - No, no. The Color Purple and Purple Haze are two entirely different things. In particular, Oprah has never ignited and/or smashed an electric guitar on stage. At least, not that I’ve seen.
Hank (for you will always be Hank to me) - put on some good kickin’ music, sit down at the computer, and just start typing. The music ought to distract you from thoughts of drunken debauchery and let you focus more on the task at hand. Works for me, anyway.
rosie, it’s from the movie The Fifth Element, with Bruce Willis and… whatshername. The model. She says that line several times. It’s got Sir Ian Holm in it, too.
We went to our RCIA leaders’ house yesterday. I’m thinking maybe they could adopt us. They have an enormous, beautiful house. Maybe they’ll randomly give us several hundred thousand dollars for Christmas.
Mindfield, there is no snow here. I think the weather is misunderstanding- I want snow and you don’t.
Could you send me a chocolate cuckoo clock, Nava? Or five or six pounds of dark chocolate? Thanks. Glad you made it there safely. In your car.
WHAT? I am-I say- I am appalled. I am incensed–nay, I am enraged!
You offer write HER paper–when I am writing a Paper on a godamn Limey ferchrissakes?
This calls for Big Guns: we won the War for you, Brit-type person. Take that! <slaps boofae on face> You are now boobooface ! Ha!
I am going to be giggling about this all day. I don’t know why. But I’m practically crying right now.
LiLi, tell Mr. Lissar that Bruce Willis’ name was Korben Dallas, and it was Leeloo Dallas, I’ll stake my life on it. And I don’t even like that movie that much. Except for Gary Oldman doing the Ross Perot impression in the plastic hat.
Rigs, I would happily name my friends but we’d be here all day if I had to get started on that particular list…
And I can’t offer to write your paper because I’d get into so much trouble with swampy, I don’t really want to know how good he is with those mophandles!
<sneaks off to the secret lair to prepare a particularly potent Marmite bomb for She-Who-Appears-Somewhat-Historically-Challenged>
That, in a nutshell, is how my day is so far. Walking on thin ice employee attempted to deny the washer incident. She got the look. She also got five days leave without pay AKA suspension for lying to me and because she’s already had a written warning about leaving stuff in washers and dryers among many other things. Weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth ensued to no avail, however. :mad: :mad: :mad:
I shoulda stayed home and played with my new toy today. Course the good news is everybody knows that the boss ain’t happy so I’ll pretty much get left alone the rest of the day.
How can you not love that movie? I suppose you feel the same about Hudson Hawk?
::glares suspiciously::
I got into a semi-fight in GQ. So unlike me, but some guy there is having trouble defining the word “fiction”. it’s the Crichton thread if anyone wants to pile on. I’m not quarreling about the scientific/political facts, just that this guy wants to take Crichton WAY more seriously than I think Crichton takes himself.
lame, lame, lame. You are worried about what swampus ursis will do with mopheads? Sweetie–he’s GAY. He throws like a girl. The only way you could get hit by one is if you try to avoid it. Thick, aren’t you.
Bring on the Marmite. We have circus peanuts, Fluff and Lisslar -gimme an American condiment, quick!—ooh thanks–GREEN KETCHUP.
Historically challenged am I? Well at least WE didn’t make penicillin in buckets! At least WE landed on the beaches, not changed street signs to confuse Nazi paratroopers disguised as nuns…cluephone–the blessed English countryside is already confusing–you didn’t NEED to take away road signs! No one can find Lower Bollocks or Tufted Ham!!! No one wants to!
Off to the library for an interlude of civilization and eloquent discourse…<whistles Dixie>
boofae and rigs, you girls kiss and make up…now!! (Although I will be larfing about boobooface all day! <snerk>)
bobbio, you just reminded me about the Geico caveman commerical where the woman says “Looks like somebody got up on the wrong side of the rock this morning.” I like the caveman commercials better than the gekko ones even.
I liked The Fifth Element. Specially the flying taxi.
Stopped in this morning to visit with Dad. He was doing pretty well. His breakfast came and he did a fair job. When I left to come to work, he was resting comfortably. He has already charmed the staff.
As my brother likes to say whenever he gets one into an unbelievable parking space, or out of a tiny one without manoeouvers, “it’s not a car, it’s a Yaris!” (if we have anybody from Toyota Marketing here, you guys can use it but we want royalties or at least a few pretty stickers)
Haven’t seen any chocolate cuckoo clocks yet. Have finished two days of watching slide shows about big computer programs and the paperwork you have to do to work with them. My eyes aren’t sure if they have eyelids or screensavers.
We’re having a wedding? Oh WOW, niiice! Are we also having a catfight? Can we get pics, both of rigs vs boofae and of the wedding?
If you don’t laugh at the first ten minutes of that movie, you have no sense of humor. Or you’ve never been pulled over while high as a kite and scared to death.
Seriously, we rented that, and my friend was all “This is going to be stupid” and ten minutes in, she turned to me and said “If the movie ended right there, it would still be worth buying.”
Well, it’s cleared up now – actually it didn’t last very long in the first place, but it was enough to make miniature drifts against the curb. And it’s still bloody cold.
:dubious: