I've been amused by how many people are celebrating International Talk Like a Pirate Day... you're all so very gosh darn cute and I love you, you scurvy dogs ( Read more... )

I had an interesting conversation with a friend last night that has left me with some things to mull over. One of the things I like about having male friends, and this one in particular, is that they rarely pull punches with me. I find women frequently fall into the trap of telling each other what they want to hear or being afraid of painful truths ( Read more... )

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Heh... I just walked by the lunchroom and noticed a magazine on the counter. The headline, in great big letters, said: "Pocket Monkey".

And I stopped, and thought, "Oooh! I want a pocket monkey!" and stepped closer to take a look. I re-read it, and this time, it said, "Pocket Money".

And I thought, "Oh. Darn."

I've decided I ought to have a trail of sparkly light follow after me.

And yes, I did just get back from the fireworks.

Okay, so only one person said anything about the underwear photo that was mass emailed to every person I work with... the president of the company ( Read more... )

Lucky for me I don't have any weirdness about underwear (they're just clothes people!) because today the 250+ people I work with all got a copy of a picture of mine ( Read more... )

I needed something meaningless to occupy my mind, so I made this:


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So, two other random tidbits ( Read more... )

Um, so I'm starting to suspect that Chad is my polkaroo... which, I think means I'm the polkaroo (since the person who is always "missing" him is actually him) which means I am in fact Chad... and that's just plain weird...