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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
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Jane Austen, from a letter to Cassandra Austen
Coconut affogato Credit: habits.coffeehaus
Happy Sunday! Buona Domenica!
what is typically stored in your oven?
nothing
pots and pans
leftovers
baking sheets, muffin tins
mixture of above
other
Finding out this seems to be very much a cultural thing I'm really curious what, if anything, you all keep in your oven
Remembering when I had a temp job many many manymanymany moons ago, where the response from an older woman that worked there to anyone bringing her something questionable was, "They're on crack!"
Just all day long from the little cubicle I sat in where I did a a job I don't even remember the details of because temp jobs be like that, I'd hear "She's on crack!" "He's on crack!" "No! They're on crack!"
It was quite the overreaction and probably a little inappropriate but, like I said, long long time ago.
Anyway.
One of the big AI supporters in our company didn't want to take me at face value when I told them the rules for something (as I understand them) and that's perfectly fine. Good for them. Believe no one.
So they consulted AI-something-or-other as their more trusted source which gave them the answer they were really looking for but one of our managers was copied on the result and said, "Not so sure about that result. I'm going to ask the actual source."
I read that reply and, in my head, I interpreted it as "She's on crack!"
Really eager to find out what the final verdict on all that is.
they were playing running up the hill yesterday at the bar and I realized that when kate bush says she is "running up that building" she is probably using the stairs. and not running up the side of the building. like naruto
**chuckles**
The begining and end of my walk this morning.
Common Nighthawk aka Bullbat (Chordeiles minor), family Caprimulgidae, order Caprimulgiformes, TX, USA
photograph by Balaji Devarajan
That feeling when you're sitting at your desk looking out the windows and you get to watch the garbage truck drive right past your house because oops.
In my defense, I've got a head cold brewing and am admittedly feeling sorry for myself and responsibilities seem very unfair right now.
happy pride month, tea drinkers
First work email I read this morning asked, "Is there a reason you did not do this?"
That I didn't reply with "fuck you" is really the bravest and maturest thing I've done today. And it's still so early.
I mean, that's such a passive aggressive question and how dare you act like I just chose to not do something as if I have a reputation for consistently dropping the ball or that you'd imply I'd receive something and then just decide to not do it and, never mind, I'm gonna go reply, "Fuck you," now.
if your animal is lying on the floor, furniture etc, it’s important to take a picture of them. then, if they move or shift in any way, it’s important to take another picture. with this technique, you can take many pictures of your animal
I dreamt last night I was having a new house built in a very small community in the middle of a remote forest. It was a fabulous house and, even though I was slightly distressed that the floor plan meant my office was in the center of the home and had no windows, I was willing to forgive that because the most glorious mosaic tile flooring was being installed. It was hand placed, tiny piece by tiny piece creating a beautiful and colorful pattern throughout the house. I decided I'd just get a bunch of sun lamps for my windowless office because the floors were worth it.
Meanwhile, as the house was being built, I kept having flashes of walking the dirt roads (it was a forest, so no official paved streets) and I intuitively knew I had to stick to the paths because the forest was haunted and getting off the path is where they gotcha. I would see glimpses of creepy things in the trees and somehow day time creepy things are slightly scarier than night time creepy things.
At some point, my casual walk turned into a desperate run with other people as we ran in the general direction of the community to escape something. Someone veered off the path and everyone followed and, even though I knew that was a bad idea, I went with the herd mentality and headed into the trees as well. Then I heard a voice whisper, "Show them something frightening they'll never forget," and the conscious part of my brain replied, "NOPE," and woke me up.
I am amused that there was a part of me awake enough to not want to find out what my brain would conjure as too terrifying to forget.
But that wasn't even the scariest part!
That mosaic pattern I mentioned? The further along they got with placing the tiles, the more clear it became that it was crooked. Not so much that you could notice in the middle of the rooms, but enough that if you looked at the base of a wall you could tell it was not a straight line and, oh my god, do you know how insane that would drive me over time?!
Have you ever had someone stay over at your house and they get in really late so you know they're going to want to sleep in, but you have to get up early for work and you have to (absolutely have to) grind beans to make your coffee but your grinder is so loud and you don't want to literally wake up the house so you take the machine into the closet in your bathroom because there's an outlet in there and you shut the door to muffle the noise?
Anyone?
She's still sleeping so I assume I did not bother her.
A few weeks ago I patted myself on the back for being the last person to sign up for Friday afternoon coverage during our company's 'everyone gets to leave at 2pm on Friday for the summer...except for at least one of these people cuz they're ever so important' and I ended up only having to cover two Fridays which was fabulous.
Then they went and tried to be nice by adding on one more Friday, that Friday being today, so obviously I had to take it. Oh well, I'm book ending the whole thing by getting the first day and the last day and then one random Friday in August. I'll get the entirety of June and July to get used to leaving early at the end of every week. If they do it again next year, instead of dragging my feet to sign up, I think I'll try to be the first one in there so I can set it up the same way.
In other news, my left eye will not stop watering so have an action shot of my blurry finger wiping a tear away.
I don't know why. It's too early to be this antsy. What if I log off at 2pm today and pretend I forgot?