happy valentine’s day
(shot by the Mister)
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i think that’s what i should call my book, should there come a time i actually sat down and wrote a book. and if i did write a book, only 3, possibly 4 people would buy it and i could name those people right now. but if i did write a book it would be full of things like how much i hate it when certain parents get all preachy about how other parents should raise their children, and how unfailingly infuriating liberal hypocrisy is, and possibly a piece in which i try to explain to certain members of my family that not only am i not a terrorist, racist, bully bent on holding my country hostage, i’m not even a republican. but they wouldn’t read it anyway. and i’ll never write that book. so i think this will just be the title of this late saturday afternoon self portrait.
half of you are googling daniel hannan right now, aren’t you?
today was chilly swimming pools and pancakes and not enough tea and wrapping up an experimental photo project and a little hannan swooning and, of course, knitting, and actual snow!Â
but i had the tea
long hand. i did it long hand.
i imagine there won’t be any links at all.
you sure are
Capitals, woman!
So, I too, have been guilty of using the phrase “I love me some.” And right here on this blog, no less.
Ok, that was almost entirely operator error. However, it’s still not how one would normally log in.
It’s been a while.
you had your fun
It is my space. It must look like my space. I must be comfortable.
Ah, course descriptions. That’s going to take forever. I would kill to have two monitors again.
When they say liberal arts education …
I just don’t like Arrested Development. There. I said it. It’s unfunny. And I can’t stand Portia de Rossi. And David Cross completely creeps me out. Any why does Jason Bateman look so much like Nathan Fillion? Someone tell him to stop that.
you didn’t have to
If the rumor about Benedict Cumberbatch playing Khan is true, I think it’s perfect. What a thoroughly British name. Benedict Cumberbatch, not Khan.
craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamps.
So many meetings.
I need a Mad Men wardrobe for this job.
this tomato loves you
Every time I type “Thanks,” I type a capital H in addition to the T by mistake. Every time.
Uncontrollable, violent gagging.
It’s a PDF printer. It’s not the fate of the free world.
music music music. I need music.
mmmm French Breakfast at work. I usually only drink that at home. I go with a utilitarian Lipton for a work morning. The French Breakfast is a nice treat. Thanks, Mister.
If you look at the word “break” long enough, it stops making sense.
how can it
Oh good, my presence here has created bitterness. Yay.
Um. Thanks for leaving that behind. That’s exactly what was missing from my day-your broken fingernail on my desk. I’m sure that will come in useful.
that’s good enough for me now
I’m going to have to transcribe.
meetings meetings meetings
Maybe I should reconsider a BFA. I’m never going to graduate.
Dude. You need to stand still.
so darlin’ tell me
These are the most uncomfortable chairs EVER.
Why doesn’t anyone ever talk about their low horse?
He reminds me of your cousin’s husband.
Bored now.
Card carrying member.
I wrote “office peon perspective.” It totally looks like I wrote “office pr0n perspective.”
I wouldn’t call it green, exactly.
(spike, tabula rasa, buffy the vampire slayer)
hella hectic day. i think i was at my desk for a grand total of 2 hours, none of which was spent on my computer because i can’t log in, and IT hasn’t the time to help with that, it would seem.
and now my head is throbbing in a most spectacular way. but. day 2 passed quickly. i have more of an idea of what my job will specifically entail, and this is good. i think i’ll do well here.
i don’t know how i’m going to manage random tomorrow. so here’s a random – when is series 3 of sherlock happening?
today was my last day at my old job. monday i begin a whole new adventure in a whole new universe. (it’s really amazing how different the culture is from one department to the next) today my coworkers threw me a freaking fantastic star trek themed goodbye shin dig. all the foods had trek inspired names. my goodbye gift? the enterprise pizza cutter. but it’s my goodbye card that i really dig because it’s so geeky and clever. a stack of star trek novels, all signed inside the covers by the crew. while i won’t miss the job at all, and there are maybe a few people that i didn’t exactly click with, there are some truly wonderful souls in this office, and i will miss them very much.
you’re looking a little peaked
Oh hello, working computer!
3 days.
Is there something in the water?
It’s February.
I’m having a really hard time caring about this class.
It just kind of hurt my feelings. I mean think about it for just a second.
I’m sure I posted this recently. I don’t care.
Russel Brand gives me the creeps.
No more pickles. Ever.
No more incessant blather on the minutiae of your existence.
No more fighting to the death over the arctic settings on the AC. No more “OH MY GOD IT’S SO HOT IN HERE!!!!”
3 more days.
It got very little response. I was a little disappointed. I’ll take it down after I get mine, I guess.
Oh the outrage at the Komen Foundation. Those people are either getting it from the right for partnering with Planned Parenthood or getting it from the left for splitting with Planned Parenthood. If I were them I’d say fuck it and move on.
It’s farther back than I thought.
Work Naked Day?!? Thank God the office didn’t get that memo!
“It’s your last Random Wednesday in the soul sucking pit of hell!” So happily true.
Well. No one is bringing me cheesecake.
No grand gestures.
Wasn’t Don Cornelius a wife beater?
every day, every day, every day
For much of yesterday I was convinced that today would be Thursday. My brain is just mean.
Dentist. Whee.
It’s a busy place.
I can’t believe you haven’t said one word.
How did I get here?
I could really use a nap. Why am I so sleepy?
I just don’t understand how you could not know.
No more aWOWah. I think that might be my second favorite thing about this. WOOoOOOOOW. ah-WOOOOOOW-ah. WOW.
Fantastic. I should be ecstatic and I’m just depressed. This week is kicking my ass. Thanks, week.
Stupid week.
I don’t know why it looks like that. I can assure you no one punched me in the eye.
I’m not not licking toads.
I’ve never been there.
I woke up with this in my head yesterday. I have absolutely no idea why.
I will have to bake something. But what? I can’t decide.
That was full of errors.
sometimes
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No more passive aggressive bitchery.
No more overt bitchery.
Time is moving backwards!
Maybe I’ll get myself a gun purse for my birthday.
Just a little bit at a time.
My finger joints are hurty today.
I’m no expert, but I’m reasonably certain that that machine should not be making that noise.
and and and
Oh, I know. This day needs a Daniel Craig break.
Well. My teeth are very clean.
I like bracelets.
I think chocolate chip cookies and something else. Monkey bread? Chocolate peanut butter squares? Chewy chocolate drop cookies? Brownies? Bunches of cupcakes? I do not know.
My face kind of hurts.
I need dinner.
It’s getting dark in here.
Mad science!
They’re going to give me a gift.
Three years is a long time to be cooped up in a room with that much estrogen. I should be getting the Medal of Courageous Restraint.
How twisted.
Well. This is as good a place as any to conclude the last Random Wednesday from Hell.
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