I've had a mostly fantastic week. Tuesday was pretty rough from the middle of the day until the end because I had a slight jobby explosion, but fontosaurus helped talk me down from my ledge, and later I messaged P to vent and he called me a few minutes later, just as I was getting into bed, so at least my day ended on a sweet note ( Read more... )

• I've mentioned that my office is undergoing construction and remodeling and all that, right? Have I mentioned the fact that Ceiling Dood is Watchin Me Tipe? Because he totally is. Also, Ceiling Dood Can Has Bukkit. Pictures to follow as soon as I remember to post them.
  
• The fontosaurus is looking for a job as a project manager here in the Twin Cities. If ( Read more... )

The fontosaurus was in my area of town this afternoon running errands, so I got to have lunch with him. Yay, lunch with The fontosaurus! Yay, Taco Bell! Yay, chalupas ( Read more... )

I had a decent weekend. A decent weekend for someone in full-on snothead mode, anyway. I came home on Friday and parked my carcass on the couch with a book until the migraine became unbearable, and then I went to bed for a few hours. It was far less awful when I woke up, so back to the couch I went and there I stayed until about 2:00 with my ( Read more... )

stegzy: Umbrella, I think, because I could use it as the other if I really had to, but the other would make a poor umbrella.

fontosaurus: I fervently hope so.

damuddymeg: Bread. No question.

operatic: I do!

happydog: I does! I can! I has!

fontosaurus: OMGYES.

_doug: Yes.

orcrist: Vancouver, probably.

platypus: Fabulous! Even the crazy one!

suhl: Sometimes I doubt there's any anywhere. But mostly, I think so, yes.

think4yrself: As little as possible.

Posty today, aren't I?

I've made a decision. A life decision. I made it yesterday, and I feel relieved to have finally done it ( Read more... )

So the other day The fontosaurus and I were talking about the horror that is syrup. He was telling me about a pancake that can absorb up to two gallons of the horrid goop.

The trista: Syrup is vile. It is an abomination. A crime against god and nature.

The fontosaurus: Syrup is wonderful! A pancake is merely the vessel for the syrup.

The trista: Why would you defile ( Read more... )

I was snowed upon this morning while I waited for the bus. It was fantabulous! It was a snowy-rainy mix, so it wasn't proper snow, but still. Snow!

I am reading Emily Post today. I love etiquette books. I'm more familiar with Judith Martin as she is, you know, alive and all. Emily Post is a bit dated.

One should never call out a name in ( Read more... )

The squillipede in The trista's apartment continues its reign of terror. Details at noon.

I saw it yesterday morning, and it was horrible. Legs everywhere. I think some of its legs had legs. Of course, when I first spotted it I did what anyone would do. I squeaked, and then I ran away. I spent a moment or two whimpering and wishing dawnshine were there, ( Read more... )