Lo, though Pittsburgh streets are narrow, lined with enthused and approximately parallel parking, and altogether unpleasant for me to drive, spending a week in the city is entirely pleasant when I get to hang out with my favority doctor-type people.
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I've had a scene from Tank Girl stuck in my head off and on for a little while now. The haunting melody has just been hanging around, so I finally watched the bit to dredge up enough lyrics to find the song ( Read more... )

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I'm flashing back to Real Genius. Apparently they've decided to start power-sanding the floor above me. And here I was thinking the work would be limited to this weekend like it was scheduled, so that we could work. Silly me. I'm apparently not very good at writing complicated code with a racket in my ears ( Read more... )

Keyboard... I think I mem... remember what this does now. The little letters are bigger, so perhaps I won't crush it trying to press them like with the cell phone. You who called me, sorry for the scare. I didn't mean to be saying something about brains, and I didn't mean to crush the puny thing when you started screaming ( Read more... )

Your garlic is puny. The clove cannot stand against the mighty whole plant that is my green garlic. My 3 feet of plant is far more impressive ( Read more... )

...of icanhascheezburger helped sustain me through my work trip this week. According, here's a few that still crack me up.

New motivational poster candidate: Partnership
Lettuce rocks
This face cracks me up
The new food chain
This cute may slay you
Hamster joy
My new image of myself on the job

And may I just ask, which end IS this?
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I like to rock. I just never knew I liked to ROCK. Tonight I got to play a friend's Rock Band with a good crowd, and it was tons of fun. Not enough to buy it and PS3 to ride on, but still, enough to walk over and jam with them more often. As I expected, electric bass is my kind of groovy. Although I should try the guitar, too ( Read more... )

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In a more accurate reality, I'm definitely not a workaholic. 60 hours a week is not sustainable for me, although perhaps if I was a fiction critic I could pull that off for more hours in a row without becoming grumpy and hyper goofy. Good thing my amazon order was early, delivering me new music, crack comic movie (Tank Girl rules!), and ( Read more... )

Well, at least I made it home before the snow started. Even if I made it home with a shiny new cold and a 2 week overworking fried brain. Yech.