Apparently, while I was out sick yesterday, there's been a re-org. At the very least, I probably have a new manager. Unfortunately, the only information I got about the re-org was from my (former?) manager when I emailed in sick yesterday, and he's currently in a conference call, so I still have no idea what's going on.
 
Of course just a few days after giving my 30 days notice for this apartment and finding a good lead on a decent job back home I get an e-mail from my old graphics design job (which is right down the road from this apartment) about a potential job there.

If I'm lucky, the work there isn't starting right away. That'd mean moving twice in a few months (again), but it'd be uch easier to deal with than trying to backpedal on my 30 days notice and living in this moldy apartment longer or trying to find a place to stay rent free for a while.

Why is it things go right at the wrong time? If I had got this e-mail one week ago, life would be much less complicated.
 
From a few minutes ago, chatting with my friend on MSN.

My Friend says
I always stay away from looking at certain people's updates on some of the art sites I lurk because I keep running into anthro Nightmare moon with a dick comissions <_>

Holly Elizabeth Lawrence says
There is no part of that sentence I liked.
It is not often that I come across a sentence where I loathe every letter typed....but that was it.
 

GasBandit

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From a few minutes ago, chatting with my friend on MSN.

My Friend says
I always stay away from looking at certain people's updates on some of the art sites I lurk because I keep running into anthro Nightmare moon with a dick comissions <_>

Holly Elizabeth Lawrence says
There is no part of that sentence I liked.
It is not often that I come across a sentence where I loathe every letter typed....but that was it.
As resident internet horribleness expert, I feel compelled to point out that the correct term for that is "Anthro futa Nightmare moon."

... and I'm off to scrub my kidneys with steel wool now.
 
We received word today, my nephew is officially autistic. Premature birth, cebrebral palsy, cancer, and now autism. They were kind of expecting it for a while now, and actually kind of hoping for it, since it explained a lot of his behaviour and if he was diagnosed as autistic it'd mean they'd get put in touch with professionals who can help them with that behaviour.
Anyway, the bright side is, my sister's been wanting to get into a job dealing with special needs children for a while now, and she brought this up to the autism specialist, and given Dexter's medical history, they've told her whenever she's ready, there'll be an internship position for her there if she wants it. Her experience with Dexter is I guess valued pretty much on par with the appropriate schooling.
 
Here;s some random shit.

I don't like the laser sound effects used in cartoons today. How did Transformers and GI Joe do it so right that all cartoons today get so wrong? Megatron's arm cannon always sounded so beefy and powerful whereas Starscream's sounded shrill.



Right off the bat in that video you can hear 3 of the various laser sound effects Transformers used.[DOUBLEPOST=1348727314][/DOUBLEPOST]And fittingly enough, new Transformers cartoon with it's shittier laser gun sounds.

 
So this time of year I drive with my windows down when I go to work. I stopped at an intersection due to some road work and was fiddling with picking a song when suddenly through my window I smelled a funny smell. Then I heard bongos. I looked to my right and an honest to goodness drum circle of hippies was sitting by the road playing bongos and smoking some funny cigarettes. At that moment I realized that my day could get no stranger. I was correct.

I salute you random roadside hippies with your bongos and mary jane. I wish I could have joined you.
 
My wife and I both got odd voice mail on our cell phones last night. Private number, and the voice mail was just short digital tones - she heard 3, I only had 2. Anyone know WTF that's all about?
 
My re-org wound up being a matter of no consequence. All that changed was the person that I report to. Now we just have to hope that my wife's company doesn't go bankrupt and close its doors in the next few days. It's their FYE, and their A/R department has failed to collect on probably 90% of the service they've performed for the past 1.5 years.
 
Here;s some random shit.

I don't like the laser sound effects used in cartoons today. How did Transformers and GI Joe do it so right that all cartoons today get so wrong? Megatron's arm cannon always sounded so beefy and powerful whereas Starscream's sounded shrill.

Did I quote this entire clip as it played? Yes.

Did I sing along to Stan Bush's "Dare"? Yes.

I'm going to go pretend I'm not a huge nerd for a minute. Excuse me.
 

North_Ranger

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I just realized that the person who plays Sir Richard Carlisle in Downton Abbey is the same person who plays Ser Jorah Mormont in The Game of Thrones: Iain Glen.



Sweet.
 
I was picked to beta read a terrible book. It came out today and I want to write a review telling people they're being robbed, but I told the author I wouldn't. Dammit.
 
From visiting my cousins yesterday:

Jon: "You don't like any sports."
Me: "I like Blitzball."
Jon: "What's that?"
Me: "It's where you have to swim underwater for a half hour kicking a ball back and forth."
Jon: "What about breathing?"
Me: "No breathing."
Jon: "That sounds hard."

Jess: "We went to the museum."
Her mom: "And what did you learn at the mus--"
Jess: "I DON'T KNOW!"
(I love this because I hated getting that kind of question after a field trip.)
 
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