Lui Bolin is behind you right now.
And the internet shall guard our past
Last night, what started as combing through old gchat conversations with a friend looking for something specific ended up with us reading through them for fun and nostalgia. She was one of the first on my gchat list, and we talk a lot, so there was a lot of material. And while most of it we remember, there were a few mysteries, such as this little tidbit
Me: oh dear
apparently the table tennis demonstration is coupled with a cocktail party. that could be bad news
Her: hahaha
“(slurring) YOUVE GOT NO LEGSSS BUT YOU SURE ARE GOOD WITH BALLS!”
well, I guess he probably technically has legs. who knows, really?
Now, there are a few important contextual things to note here. Immediately before this, and I do mean immediately, she was talking about how wet her pants got walking to work in the rain. And immediately afterwards, I made a comment about how crazy our friend’s mom was. This was a complete and casual non sequitur, which leads me to the conclusion that (a) at the moment of my comment I was reading about said demonstration, and (b) we had discussed it before.
It also raises the following questions:
- Who!? Who may or may not have legs? (I’m sorry we made fun of you, impaired table tennis player, but we were young and foolish in the winter of 2008.)
- There was a table tennis demonstration/cocktail party that I knew about and didn’t attend!? (If I did, I have no memory of doing so, and it was a really good party.)
I could probably do some Google research on this, but this feels like one of those mysteries better left unsolved.
When I wear heels to work, I am a giant in my industry.
Haircut!
T-minus 3 hours.
I always wait about two weeks too long. I know it’s time when I reach the desperation point, when I’m reaching for the scissors to end the nightmare myself. Then I know it’s time to suck it up again and fork over the 60 bucks or so.
Haircut!
Also
These are real Gouda? I’m very fondue of them?
(The question marks do not indicate an uncertainty in the necessity of the puns, but rather a lack of confidence in the fact that that was really the best I could do.)
Click through.
I continue to feel that my job is exciting and unique: Part Deux!
I have often heard writers say they got into writing because of their love for language. And while I’m not that kind of writer, I appreciate a lovely turn of phrase as much as the next girl. Stringing together language is kind of like video editing (and I am fascinated by them for the same reasons) but with infinitely more possibilities and stories to tell.
However, when it comes to technical or business writing, language often trips me, steals my lunch money, and punches me in the face for good measure. I am leaving work at 7:30, having spent a good 2.5-3 hours on the phone with my esteemed colleague debating the merits of using:
- why vs. how
- if vs. whether
- unclear vs. confusing
- see vs. look
- phrasing vs. wording
I have thought bravely today, and now I am going home.
Some days, this is how I feel.
Spoon - The Beast and Dragon, Adored
Great dominions, they don’t come cheap.
