Opener: In which it is your job to take pizzas out of the oven and put them in the boxes. Simple, right?

-Forget to put the little cheese tables in the middle. Send five pizzas out with cardboard in the cheese.
-Forget that gourmet chicken gets parmesan on top after it comes out of the oven. When pizzas are out the door, hope nobody notices.
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( In which it is all hilarytamar's fault )

I have been having so much fun watching the unspooling feud between Jon Stewart and Jim Cramer ( Read more... )

Firstly, have some humor awesomeness: Dave Barry's year-end roundup. Do not attempt to consume beverages while reading.

Secondly, have some fannish humor awesomeness: The new year's resolutions of Dr. Rodney McKay, and the new year's resolution of Colonel John Sheppard. Similarly, do not consume beverages. Hee!

Everybody is doing year-end fic ( Read more... )

Just watched the Lost Treasure of the Grand Canyon. And, okay, it isn't as bad as MegaSnake or Sumuru, but it sure as hell ain't good. You know, if I were Michael Shanks, I would have started to object to being typecast quite a while ago (probably at least by the time they had him talk about Sumer and Babylon on Eureka- then again, didn't he play ( Read more... )

First, happy Hunkkah to all who celebrate ( Read more... )

I want to be back in Baltimore. More specifically, I want to be back with miriad and als_wonderland. Yaay con-drop.

I am wildly amused that xkcd posted this strip right after I started using Twitter. Twitter amuses me in general, actually. I am dragojustine if anybody wants to pop in and find me, though I doubt I'll use it all that much. Mostly, I just think the ( Read more... )

( FAIL: life and the economy )

I had three major appointments today, and EVERY SINGLE ONE of them called to cancel with only an hours notice. Which means, of course, that I've been sitting at home all day but haven't actually DONE anything, because I kept thinking that I was about to leave in an hour. This one is more of a rueful laugh ( Read more... )

I just spent four straight hours flirting with the handyman putting up the ceiling fans. Seriously. 34 years old, 6 foot, slim and muscled, Texas accent and Texas charm, perfect tan- the whole nine yards. I swear to god, he was trying to kill me. By the time he was done, I had told him that those jeans made his ass look great (they did) and ( Read more... )