Useless Conversation

[Signe]

Did you just call me fat?

[Endie]

Did you just call me fat?

No, but I think Quantcast did.

[Signe]

Damn them!  I'm angry because it's true!   

(and so are you, regardless of the fact that you're not)

[Sky]

I want to know who the 79 people between 3-11 yrs old are! And by far most posters are teens, 233.

 

[schild]

Quantcast sucks. Somehow I ended up doing that yesterday, I don't remember why, but it wasn't mmorpg.com.

I want to know which 180 people it singled out.

[Signe]

I don't know.  Between my penchant for cutsie Asian MMOs and yours for Gossip Girls and some pretty adorable music, it might have been just us two.  Well, and Furiously who is such a girl sometimes.   

[Lantyssa]

I officially hate daylight savings time. With the shorter days of autumn, I could maybe get home with enough time to get in a half-hour of painting or caulking. Now it's sunset before quitting time. Goddamned democrat sunlight socialism.

You hate the end of Daylight Savings Time.

[Yegolev]

Today's Corporate Bullshit Minute:

The Seven Principles of Fierce Conversations™:
1. Master the courage to interrogate reality™
2. Come out from behind yourself, into the conversation, and make it
real™
3. Be here, prepared to be nowhere else™
4. Tackle your toughest challenge today™
5. Obey your instincts™
6. Take responsibility for your emotional wake™
7. Let silence do the heavy lifting™

Brought to you by ...
Earl's Refried Goat Testicles

[Signe]

Last night I nearly chopped off the top of my left ring finger with a knife while I was washing up the kitchen.  Nothing fell off.  There is a huge bit of tight gauze around it (HUGE) and it's hard to do anything, especially type.  It's taking me forever to write this.  I don't know if it has stopped bleeding because if I don't look, everything is ok, right?  Like that kitty in the box.  I have a phobia about hospitals.

[Ironwood]

Today's Corporate Bullshit Minute:

The Seven Principles of Fierce Conversations™:
1. Master the courage to interrogate reality™
2. Come out from behind yourself, into the conversation, and make it
real™
3. Be here, prepared to be nowhere else™
4. Tackle your toughest challenge today™
5. Obey your instincts™
6. Take responsibility for your emotional wake™
7. Let silence do the heavy lifting™

Brought to you by ...
Earl's Refried Goat Testicles

I think I'd probably punch the author of that in the face.

'Obey your instincts' is a really good one.  That means I have to now go downstairs with a cup of coffee and bend wee Joanne over the desk.

I have to.  It's my instincts.

Fucking hell.

[Endie]

Last night I nearly chopped off the top of my left ring finger with a knife while I was washing up the kitchen.  Nothing fell off.  There is a huge bit of tight gauze around it (HUGE) and it's hard to do anything, especially type.  It's taking me forever to write this.  I don't know if it has stopped bleeding because if I don't look, everything is ok, right?  Like that kitty in the box.  I have a phobia about hospitals.

I can identify with that.  My father and I share a deep-seated mistrust of hospitals.  most of the people I know who dieed, after all, did so in hospitals.  Although I admit that most of them were a bit under the weather before they went in.

When I was 15 or so I almost chopped my finger off with a... God, how do I spell this in English?.. a hyuck (the "h" is like a very soft ch as in loch).  It's like a hand-held scythe that you use with a flick of the wrist, and the blade is about a foot long, with the sort of curve that novelists call "wicked", coming to a sharp point at the end.

Anyway, the knack is to sharpen a hyuck by moving the stone away from the curve.  I was doing it inside the curve, and it turns out i did a very good job of it, as it almost took my finger off at the second knuckle.  The scar goes round rather more than half the circumference of the finger.  I went into the living room, sure I was holding my finger on and trying to avoid bleeding too much on the carpets:

"Dad, I think I've hurt myself"

To his eternal shame, without taking his eyes off the television, which he almost never watched anyway: "Aye, I'll be with you in a minute, Keith."

"Umm, I think it's quite serious, Dad."

He taped it back up, and I have a glorious scar to show for it.  But I inherited the distrust of hospitals for minor stuff, to the extent of once having stitched up my own head once, following a rugby game, to the entranced horror of my flatmates.  Dumber than hell thing to do, even with a constant flow of antiseptics, boiling water and an open flame for the needle and scalpel.

[Yegolev]

I think I'd probably punch the author of that in the face.

Good, you do that and I'll nut-punch the guy who trademarked all of that.  No, I didn't add those.  Each line is trademarked.

Signe, don't be sad.  You can still shoot the double-bird.

[Signe]

I keep doing things to my hands, though!  It's like I'm meant to be nicknamed Stubby!   

[voodoolily]

Today's Corporate Bullshit Minute:

The Seven Principles of Fierce Conversations™:
1. Master the courage to interrogate reality™
2. Come out from behind yourself, into the conversation, and make it
real™
3. Be here, prepared to be nowhere else™
4. Tackle your toughest challenge today™
5. Obey your instincts™
6. Take responsibility for your emotional wake™
7. Let silence do the heavy lifting™

Brought to you by ...
Earl's Refried Goat Testicles

I like number 6 the best, because I already do this. Whenever everyone is in a shitty mood, I accept that it's probably because I'm the bitch that put them there. Can I have a job at Coke?

[Yegolev]

Of course.  Just not in IT.

[Oban]

...That means I have to now go downstairs with a cup of coffee and bend wee Joanne over the desk.

 ...

You are doing it wrong.



Five of those principles made sense to me, but numbers two and four left me scratching my head.    If I am having a business conversation neither of these items should pop in to my head.  If they did, I am guessing I would need either hardcore blood pressure medication or hardcore anti-psychotic drugs in order to make it through a day.

[climbjtree]

Happy Birthday to any Marines that read the forum!

And to all of you who know a Marine, call them and say happy birthday. And buy them steak and lobster.

[rattran]

Signe, perhaps you should take some time away from sharp objects. I don't want to have to wait until I adopt a kitty missing a digit to name one after you.

[Murgos]

Happy Birthday to any Marines that read the forum!

And to all of you who know a Marine, call them and say happy birthday. And buy them steak and lobster.

Thanks Climbjtree, Happy Birthday to you too.  I always looked forward to two beers at lunch in the chowhall with my steak and the white table cloth, although, knowing the way things go they probably stopped doing that 10 years ago.  :(

Still, getting all dressed up in full blues and doing the mess night stuff was always something awesome.  "Mr. President, Parade the Beef!"  Also, grog.

[Signe]

Signe, perhaps you should take some time away from sharp objects. I don't want to have to wait until I adopt a kitty missing a digit to name one after you.

Maybe you should get a polydactyl kitty so it has some extra.  You don't want to name a kitty Signe though.  It's a terrible name for anything.  Everyone will say it wrong and it'll be shunned by all the other kitties.

Also, happy birthday to the marines here because I don't think I know any other ones. 

[rattran]

It's a great name for a cat. It's fit right in with Random, Oscar, Dagmar, Otto, and Festus. And I'll say it right, and that's the only person that counts. I'm big and scary enough to enforce the correct pronunciation from my vet and her techs.

I do think it's time to trim my beard though. Someone this weekend said I looked just like Grizzly Addams.

[Sky]

I'd take that as a compliment.

Nobody can pronounce my cat's name, Bartolomeus. I don't know why, it's pretty easy. I'll give a pass to the one Indian vet, but I can't say his name, either. He has a crapload of extra toes, and opposable thumbs.

[Yegolev]

How did he manage to get through veterinary school?

[Sky]

 

[schild]

I'd take that as a compliment.

Nobody can pronounce my cat's name, Bartolomeus. I don't know why, it's pretty easy. I'll give a pass to the one Indian vet, but I can't say his name, either. He has a crapload of extra toes, and opposable thumbs.

You're a dork.

[FatuousTwat]

http://unintelligencer.com/

666

[Oban]

I need to win the lottery tomorrow night.

[Signe]

I say that all the time.  Evidently, you have to play though.  I hate rulez!

Anyway, I'm cheering you on.  cheer. cheer. cheer.  (can't be arsed to find a cheer smiley)

[Sir T]

Oddly I chopped a chunk out of my index finger slicing carrots the other night too...

[Lantyssa]

I once tried to hack my right index finger off below the knuckle with a hacksaw.  Serrated edges hurt.  I'm surprised I didn't give myself any horrible withering diseases either, since I was cutting up an animal at the time and the blade was rusty.

[Signe]

It was a polar bear, wasn't it?

[climbjtree]

Happy Veterans' Day, veterans!

[Sky]

 

[rattran]

You got one?

[HaemishM]

10 minutes until I am forced to sit through a 90-minute company wide sexual harrassment seminar.

No, I didn't do anything to cause it. No, it's not because of me.

So why do I still feel like I'm being punished?