November 13th, 2008

frickin' clue bat

This is the sort of thing that happens at work.

I'm coming back from lunch, or break, or something. So is Mr. Out. We erase our names from the whiteboard, and we are heading back to our individual desks.

Suddenly, out of the blue, our supervisor starts yelling, loudly, at Mr. Out to not freak out, and to stop it.

Everyone who had been working and not noticing anything going on start taking notice.

A: "Huh???"
Mr. Out attempts to explain: "I was running with scissors."
Me: "Well, stop it!"
Mr. Out: "But I'm Edward Scissorhands!"
Me: "Put 'em in your pockets. Then you'll be Edward Scissorpants, and you'll have a lot more to worry about."
Mr. Out cracks up.
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Tweets for 2008-11-13

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Thursday, 0850: wow, brightkite went tail-up.
  • Thursday, 0936: @coffeechica I would only prefer to be stuck on a desert island with Lyssa instead of you because she is a geographer.
  • Thursday, 1119: Someone is writing a browser-side profile re-skinner. Complete with "Support points, bitches" and ASCII priv dick. (Spr0t injokes.)
  • Thursday, 1119: @techempage And I just signed up yesterday!


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