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So, you know, CLEARLY Matt Santos and his wife were staying at the Holiday Inn in Cleveland.
*deeply amused*
Chris and I watched that episode on Saturday, but I am STILL not over the fact that, of all the cities in America, they broke a bed in CLEVELAND. That's our schtick! We've broken at least two beds in that hotel over the years, so I just find this HILARIOUS.
Izzy, I will try and find Numb for you this week some time, I am... failing to accomplish much of anything right now. Work so kicked my ass today - I got grumpy and bitchy and got to the point of "if one more person asks me to do an urgent job for them before I can finish any one of the other billion omgurgent jobs I will scream", and then I did something dippy myself and NCIS is totally a bad example because then I smacked myself upside the head without thinking about it, and I totally misjudged what I was doing and it HURT. And I possibly had an audience. *facepalm*
Also, you know what the very best part about having to wear a hard hat when it's pouring with rain? It's that when you get back into the car, if you tilt your head the sliiiiiiiightest bit back... all the water that's collected on the hard-hat runs down the back of your neck. And there's QUITE A LOT OF WATER. Or if you look down to make a note on your clipboard? Allllllllll the water runs down your front and soaks your thigh. Made. Of. Awesome. Sigh. Roll on summer.
Once again, podslash was the saviourwinner on the day. Heh. That and caffeine.
Pub quiz last night was hilarious, too - firstly because L. and I were the only ones who WENT - everyone else piked, although mum had an excuse being in Queenstown, and we WON. Quite spectacularly. Against FOUR other teams. So we get a large bar tab next week. \o/ Also, not only did we get a question on the South Pole, AND on U2 ("Which Auckland land mark did rock band U2 name a song after?" GEE I WONDER.) but we also got asked how old Jesus was when he died. Which, of course, because pub quiz is the domain of smart assery, sparked one team calling for scientific evidence, me helping out the MC by changing the question to be "according to the Bible, how old was Jesus...?", and then me being disgustingly smug when we turned out to be the only team that got that right. More, I might add, by way of Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me than any memory of RE, but hey-- whatever works. And the sports section didn't kill us for a change - mostly, we figured, because there were only four questions about rugby.
*deeply amused*
Chris and I watched that episode on Saturday, but I am STILL not over the fact that, of all the cities in America, they broke a bed in CLEVELAND. That's our schtick! We've broken at least two beds in that hotel over the years, so I just find this HILARIOUS.
Izzy, I will try and find Numb for you this week some time, I am... failing to accomplish much of anything right now. Work so kicked my ass today - I got grumpy and bitchy and got to the point of "if one more person asks me to do an urgent job for them before I can finish any one of the other billion omgurgent jobs I will scream", and then I did something dippy myself and NCIS is totally a bad example because then I smacked myself upside the head without thinking about it, and I totally misjudged what I was doing and it HURT. And I possibly had an audience. *facepalm*
Also, you know what the very best part about having to wear a hard hat when it's pouring with rain? It's that when you get back into the car, if you tilt your head the sliiiiiiiightest bit back... all the water that's collected on the hard-hat runs down the back of your neck. And there's QUITE A LOT OF WATER. Or if you look down to make a note on your clipboard? Allllllllll the water runs down your front and soaks your thigh. Made. Of. Awesome. Sigh. Roll on summer.
Once again, podslash was the saviourwinner on the day. Heh. That and caffeine.
Pub quiz last night was hilarious, too - firstly because L. and I were the only ones who WENT - everyone else piked, although mum had an excuse being in Queenstown, and we WON. Quite spectacularly. Against FOUR other teams. So we get a large bar tab next week. \o/ Also, not only did we get a question on the South Pole, AND on U2 ("Which Auckland land mark did rock band U2 name a song after?" GEE I WONDER.) but we also got asked how old Jesus was when he died. Which, of course, because pub quiz is the domain of smart assery, sparked one team calling for scientific evidence, me helping out the MC by changing the question to be "according to the Bible, how old was Jesus...?", and then me being disgustingly smug when we turned out to be the only team that got that right. More, I might add, by way of Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me Kill Me than any memory of RE, but hey-- whatever works. And the sports section didn't kill us for a change - mostly, we figured, because there were only four questions about rugby.