Are you reading the forums? Weird. Me too.

[Greg Nog]

Well, he's married, so his levels of hotness are probably kind of a moot point.

[Andrew_TSKS]

he probably also isn't a virgin anymore.

[Greg Nog]

Oh, right.  He has a kid, actually.  All right, never mind, then.  In other scientist news, though, cute scientist seems to be growing out her hair, and is wearing it in a ponytail.  Fascinating!

[das kranke Tier]

I'm somewhat enjoying my new "fuck it" attitude towards my employer.

I never knew what this felt like before...and it's kinda magical.

[coldforge]

i'm having lunch after performing an entire bottom-case replacement on a pbook g4 15" aluminum flawlessly. i'm pleased.

[dieblucasdie]

haha nice; I always have like 3 leftover screws.

[El_Josharino]

I'm somewhat enjoying my new "fuck it" attitude towards my employer.

I never knew what this felt like before...and it's kinda magical.

I'm going back and forth with this lately. Today sucked so it was sort of a "fuck it" day, but tomorrow they're bringing in booze and barbeque so it'll probably be more like, "eh, you guys are alright."

[YojimboMonkey]

today is definitely a "fuck it" day

it's almost a "fuck you" day

hasn't quite got there yet though and it's almost over

[theartlessmonster]

haha nice; I always have like 3 leftover screws.

3. leftover schrewsh. iterestin'

[jebreject]

i picked up an hour and a half at work tomorrow, because i left an hour and a half early the other night. i cannot believe i am going in to work tomorrow for a freakin' hour and a half.

[heather marie]

I actually got put on the schedule for two hours once or twice.  Because they were working me 12 hour shifts (3rd shift no less), but heaven forbid I get more than 2 days off.

[dumbfish]

University's closing in two minutes. They've let me know by turning all the likghts on my hall off.  Fuck this, I'm going to Trader Joe's to get some weird snaxxx.

[Lucy]

hi, i'm at a coffeeshop watching the boy and band play. what's everyone else up to? keep me company?

[YojimboMonkey]

hi lucy i hope you have booze in your corffee

[maggiego]

Hi Lucy! I finally sent you those books. You should get them within a week or so. Clap extra hard for the boy and band!

[Lucy]

no, we got back too late from mailing our lptj presents to swing by the liquor store before soundcheck. i've been promised booze afterwards though. i'm holding him to it.

[Lucy]

Hi Lucy! I finally sent you those books. You should get them within a week or so. Clap extra hard for the boy and band!

oooh yay! thank you! and i certainly will. this is the first time he's played with a band in ages, and they did one of his songs with the whole band treatment which is the first time that's ever happened, so that was exciting.  he even played the singing saw on one song!

[Andrew_TSKS]

oh man, that reminds me that i owe maggie books.

maggie they will go out after xmas! same time as i mail my lptj gift hopefully! sigh... i am so slack.

[Doctor Bob]

Also, there's a song by Dick McCormack and Iain MacKintosh called "Waltzing around in the Nude", and it's pretty great.  I should order this music on a CD of some kind.

i'm having lunch after performing an entire bottom-case replacement on a pbook g4 15" aluminum flawlessly. i'm pleased.

haha nice; I always have like 3 leftover screws.

We go waltzing around in the nude
Our kids think we're missing a screw or two
Our kids are prudes, they just can't get used
To Edna and me waltzing round in the nude

[RoyBiggins]

There are like 20 people readin' the boards.  Who wants to keep me company while I slowly rip my mom's CD collection and put it on an mp3 player?

[diesel_powered]

Me! Me!

[lastclearchance]

whatup

[RoyBiggins]

Figures that I would post that, then get distracted by things for 40 minutes.  In my defense, I was watching The Wire.  I figure that's an LPTJ-acceptable excuse.

[diesel_powered]

Meh. I got distracted by Star Trek.

[diesel_powered]

I've come to realize that having Greg, in a tux, with a glass of what I can only assume is scotch, on my desktop, telling me that I need to believe in myself was once an exercise in self-affirmation. Now, it continues in its duty, not making me realize that I need to believe in myself strictly because it says so, but because one needs to believe in one's self if one plans on having to explain why the hell one has Greg, in a tux, with a glass of what I can only assume is scotch, on his desktop, telling him that he needs to believe in himself and how it's more than just a sappy self-affirmation. It's GREG FUCKING NOG, in a tux, with a glass of what I can only assume is scotch, on my desktop, telling me that I need to believe in myself, and vaguely looking a bit like Wayne Coyne (mostly the way the hair is drawn).