for the purposes of a Superfreak vid...
Would Iron Man and Batman count as superheroes? (Thanks, 
par_avion, it's your fault that I've been thinking about this all day.)
Oh god you guys, I need to be eased back into the real world after five days of conventioneering, because my boss came in today and this was our word-for-word greeting:
Boss: "Hey, welcome back! We missed you!"
Me: "I didn't miss anyone here."
In non-feral English that was actually, "This weekend was so intense and immersive that there was no awareness of the world outside SpringHill Suites, so I couldn't miss what didn't exist." AND THEN:
Boss: "Do you think you'll write about [VividCon]?"
Me: "I don't think norms would understand it."
FFS YOU DON'T SAY 'NORM' TO A NORM. In my defense, I was caffeine-deficient and spent 15 hours in a car yesterday on top of five days of being able to say exactly what I was thinking as soon as I thought it. But seriously, it felt as heinously embarrassing as my nightmare of walking around high school without pants.
Fortunately, my boss is both sympathetic to post-vacation funk and generally cool, so she waylaid the conversation into theorizing about whether one of her ovaries was possibly "exploding" and suggested we become the kind of co-workers "who say inappropriate things to one another at 9 a.m." My husband has been displaced as the person I love the most today.
Some links:
It's only a matter of time before Google can answer personal questions.
"The royal couple playing at 'normal' parenthood is no more authentic than Marie Antoinette dressed as a shepherdess."
Another reason not to ride a bike in New York: Cops will crash you to write a ticket.
par_avion, it's your fault that I've been thinking about this all day.)
Oh god you guys, I need to be eased back into the real world after five days of conventioneering, because my boss came in today and this was our word-for-word greeting:
Boss: "Hey, welcome back! We missed you!"
Me: "I didn't miss anyone here."
In non-feral English that was actually, "This weekend was so intense and immersive that there was no awareness of the world outside SpringHill Suites, so I couldn't miss what didn't exist." AND THEN:
Boss: "Do you think you'll write about [VividCon]?"
Me: "I don't think norms would understand it."
FFS YOU DON'T SAY 'NORM' TO A NORM. In my defense, I was caffeine-deficient and spent 15 hours in a car yesterday on top of five days of being able to say exactly what I was thinking as soon as I thought it. But seriously, it felt as heinously embarrassing as my nightmare of walking around high school without pants.
Fortunately, my boss is both sympathetic to post-vacation funk and generally cool, so she waylaid the conversation into theorizing about whether one of her ovaries was possibly "exploding" and suggested we become the kind of co-workers "who say inappropriate things to one another at 9 a.m." My husband has been displaced as the person I love the most today.
Some links: