Liz Macke: speaking of wee kitty fluffs, how’s Karen?
Doug Nelson: cute
Doug Nelson: about to get a friend!
Liz Macke: really?!
Liz Macke: who? what?
Doug Nelson: kitty from my friend’s work
Doug Nelson: i’m naming him Jonathan Taylor Thomas.
Liz Macke: AWWW
Liz Macke: you’re so ironic and adorable!
Doug Nelson: i’m not even sure if it’s irony. i miss JTT!
Doug Nelson: hehe
Liz Macke: ohhh. in that case, it’s post-ironic.
Doug Nelson: i’m post everything
Doug Nelson: i’d make a t-shirt that says that
Doug Nelson: but i’ve already moved beyond it
Liz Macke: This is going into your blog isn’t it?
Doug Nelson: SON OF A BITCH
Doug Nelson: i thought about it
Doug Nelson: i decided against
Doug Nelson: honestly!
Liz Macke: under some witty title like. “DOUG GETS A HIGH FIVE”
Doug Nelson: god, i am thirst. but i shouldn’t drink the wine.
Liz Macke: “FROM HIMSELF”
Liz Macke: wine is good.
Doug Nelson: *cries* is my blog that pathetic?
Doug Nelson: i worry now. the heyday of LJ is AWOL
Liz Macke: No, you just love post everything so much that you POST EVERYTHING
Liz Macke: BAHAHAHHAHA
Liz Macke: It’s comedy.
Doug Nelson: i’m not sure that was a sentence
Doug Nelson: try again?
Liz Macke: doug dot nelson (AIM): “i’m post everything”
Doug Nelson: oh
Doug Nelson: haha
Liz Macke: you love post-everything (like post-irony) so much that you post everything in your blog.
Liz Macke: Dang.
Doug Nelson: oh shit
Doug Nelson: that was good!
Doug Nelson: the hyphen is what you needed
Liz Macke: I wish it’d come off better.
Doug Nelson: this HAS to go in the blog now, right?
Doug Nelson: it’s all meta
Liz Macke: I am a failure.
Liz Macke: tote
Doug Nelson: like an infinite tunnel of internet.
Liz Macke: f’real
Liz Macke: obv
Doug Nelson: cats looking at cats looking at gir.
Liz Macke: GIR!
Liz Macke: I’ve started calling the dog Gir
Doug Nelson: you have to say it angry-like
Liz Macke: I do!
Liz Macke: GIR!
Liz Macke: I say. And she stops what she’s doing and looks.
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Seriously, nothing to blog/that I want to blog about. Check back early next week.
Right now, I’m finishing freelance (making this 7 days straight of working until midnight on stuff) and waiting for SNOW to excuse tomorrow’s work and mandatory surprise birthday party for my boss.
What I’d really like is a 39-hour coma. But I suppose that would be unhealthy.
dude, post-ironic is totally the new thing.
I am so disappointed in this snow. I gave it a stern talking-to earlier, but it just looked away. It just never listens, and I don’t know how to get through to it anymore.
Stupid snow.
I think post-irony is my excuse for why I actually enjoyed being in training all week.
Seriously, we even played jeopardy the last day with facts from the powerpoint presentation. My friend won a hat with our office logo on it, and I was jealous. Almost.
John: You’re absolutely right.
When are you In Town? When are you South of Town?
L: Snow is secretly complaining about you to all its friends at the bar. But give snow a chance, it’s been under a lot of stress.
AL: That actually kind of sounds fun. Man.
YOU’D BETTER TAKE BABY PANDA PICS
or so help me…!
Um…. the Stick was “sleeping” in his straw-filled jail cell when I went to visit him, so… basically I just watched his mom watch him. Both were smaller than expected. No pictures, though. I had to watch him scratch behind his ears and lick his, er, belly on a video monitor. I could have stayed home for that.