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I'm glad I have a legitimate reason to publicly dislike Chris Hardwick, rather than tiptoeing around other peoples' fandom.
Just recalled a time back around 1996 when some friends and I were in North Beach drinking mochas outside a cafe when we saw a group of five Japanese tourists walking across the street, all of them talking on cell phones. Suddenly, a barista came shooting out of the cafe, waving a cordless phone and yelling, "It's for you!"
We've reached the stage in moving where we need more boxes and still don't seem to have packed anything. I hate moving.
WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME THERE WAS A THIRD SEASON OF THE DETECTORISTS?
I had a dream that Terry Gilliam died before he could screen 'The Man Who Killed Don Quixote' at Cannes, so I had to Google him as soon as I woke up.
Good news! Aside from his stroke several days ago, he's doing fine.
*fingers crossed*
The night before a several day trip is absolutely the correct time to realize your work laptop is too large for your laptop bag.
I woke up this morning unemployed for the first time since I was 18. This was my choice, and it's only a little terrifying.
Fortunately, I got some really sincere snuggles in with the cat and we're gonna go see an Infinity War in a couple hours, so things are starting off pretty well.
Based on the amount of toilet paper being consumed in the stall next to mine, I can only conclude that someone has a hot date tonight.
Confession:
I named my phone "We know what you did" and I leave it paired to rental cars when I drop them off.
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Happy Rex Manning Day, y'all.
Maybe it's just that I exist in my own bubble of privilege and liberal sensibilities, but I'm fairly certain I've never heard anybody unironically call Miller High Life the "Champagne Of Beers".
I'm awake. I'd rather not be awake, let alone in an airport, but here I am.
The deed is done. I am resigned. Looking forward to my funemployment.
Day 2 of my boss making it difficult for me to resign. Maybe I should text him.
LOL I'm out 🖕 🚗💨🏢
It feels like a Friday.
Boss: I need to cancel our afternoon meeting.
Me: <sotto voce> It's cool, I can put in my resignation some other time.
Boss: What?
Me: That's cool, we can talk about registration for the otter climb! *jumps out window*
The local independent coffee shop is playing Édith Piaf this morning, which seems a little on the nose.
"You can't have a Mormon wingman. They fuck up your game."
