Archive for August, 2002


this will probably come off as disjointed because what I want to say and what I am contractually allowed to say are two very different things.

I find the larger an organization becomes and the more distributed divisions of it become, the more disjointed and uncooperative these divisions come. It’s not that they don’t necessarily wish to cooperate. It’s just that each person does their own thing until they need information from someone else. If the other person determines that the information is worth their time to share, they eventually get around to it in a timely manner.

Then there are the contractual part timers who are really over glorified button pushers. Who, i’ve discovered, can really only push one button at a time, even if they have three buttons on three separate machines.

Bottom line, I wanna do what I’m supposed to be doing. Not get the blame because the clean up work isn’t being managed by any one person and I happen to now own a broom.

Argh.

This one is from a post by shaktiqueen

Birthday Alarm. com apparently will let you set up a point where friends can put in their birthday’s so you can contact them. Feel free to try this out (Birth years are optional).

Here’s the auto generated e-mail I’s supposed to use to spam my friends.:


Hello

I would like to be reminded of your birthday each year using an excellent service offered by BirthdayAlarm.com.

Please click on the following link for me and enter your name and birthday, it only takes a few seconds:

http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/dob.jsp?p=418871a64031b362

Thank you
Andrei

PIE!!! (part 2)

It hurts so much.

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/pie/

It will stay with you.

NOT OFFICIAL FROM WORK

It would sem there is a new virus spreading quickly.

PIE!!!!

No, I don’t fully get it. But, i think I got it. At last count it’s spread to at least 5 people.

Be on the lookout!

PIE!!!!!

You may have to close your office door.

And in the meantime, a pun battle has broken out in my last post’s response area.

It’s gonna be one of those weeks

First off: PIE!!!!!! (Don’t ask)

Concerning my posting yesterday about a nice evening, making cordials, unwinding and my desire to create “thin mint” tea… chite posted a response which sent me reeling down amnesia lane.

Sayeth I: “Girl scout thin mint” flavoured tea.

Respondeth chite: Do you include the “secret ingredient” in all thin mints?

To which I must now explain:

Many years ago I explained to chite and her then roommate amergina(A massively cool person in her own right), that I was convinced that the reason people love thin mints so much is that they obviously must be laced with cocaine as a “secret ingredient”. My theory was further proved after a discovery.

I bought a case of thin mints and disciplined myself to open no more than one box per month. in December, I brought a box to a Christmas party. Note: Girl Scout Season (Just before Rabbit Season, slightly after Duck Season) is in Late January/ Early February. Most people hadn’t seen GS Cookies in about 8-9 months having already screwed up this past year’s resolutions to loose weight.

I took out my cookies. Darwin as right folks, because people went feral. “Are those Girrrrll Scoout cookies?!?!” And the box was toast in about 5 minutes.

Cocaine. I was sure of it. People spending lots of money, waiting for their dealers who come off innocently enough. Start you on something safe like shortbread….until they work you up to the more addicting stuff.

And then it hit me. The filk was so damned obvious. When chite posted her response the first verse sprang back from the dark archives of my memory. I don’t think I ever finished more than the first verse….

Until today.
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