We were just sent the most unintentionally hilarious letter advising us that protests are currently underway about Kavanaugh and the Van Dyke trial, but that we should be assured that the building's management has "been working behind the scenes on these issues for well over a month now, and [they] have a comprehensive plan to protect the property and all of you if warranted. Let's hope it's not needed."
Just in case a person could work here and not guess how rich and out of touch the people who own this behemoth are, we've now been reassured that we're protected in case the modest crowd peacefully protesting many blocks from here decides to riot or try and burn this 20-something story building to the ground or some shit.
A very, very large deal I have been working on for months now seems likely to close and pay out before the end of this month, which I am hoping will be my last here.
This will mean I can spend the latter half of the month reading Twitter and playing foosball. Sounds good to me.
There of the four women who were supposed to take T____ out cancelled. So she felt embarrassed and called it off rather than have a girls' night where only one girl actually showed.
She feels like shit now and there's not really anything I can do about it.
As a historian specializing in the Holocaust, Nazi Germany, and Europe in the era of the world wars, I have been repeatedly asked about the degree to which the current situation in the United States resembles the interwar period and the rise of fascism in Europe. I would note several troubling similarities and one important but equally troubling difference.
Nothing you probably haven't heard before, but it's a good summary.
Sorry about your dog, Moe. How old, and how sick, was he?
Talking about death... My wife's beloved grandaunt is dying. She's 94. It was quite sudden: two weeks ago, she was her dotty old self, a bit demented, but not too bad. Then she fell down, broke a wrist, and everything started to go downhill: now she can't remember who anyone is, she can barely breathe, eat and talk. She's has been moved to palliative care, and she will die soon.
We visited her yesterday, to say good bye, and I couldn't recognize her at first. This old lady was my wife's replacement grannie, 'cause her grandmother was rather distant. My wife is quite sad.
She was 13. She killed an enormous raccoon about 10 days ago and then she started going downhill fast. Her lymph nodes swelled up and then she lost her vision. The vet said it looked like she had lymphoma, but unfortunately, I couldn’t afford all the necessary testing to find out for certain. I don’t have pet insurance. Anyway, it was just time.
If you don't know The Glands, I highly recommend them. They're like Yo La Tengo if they were from Georgia instead of New Jersey or CCR if CCR was part of the Elephant 6 collective.
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Just in case a person could work here and not guess how rich and out of touch the people who own this behemoth are, we've now been reassured that we're protected in case the modest crowd peacefully protesting many blocks from here decides to riot or try and burn this 20-something story building to the ground or some shit.
This will mean I can spend the latter half of the month reading Twitter and playing foosball. Sounds good to me.
Playing foosball: <:-P
I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING CUBS PLAYOFF GAMES.
But I love my old friend Alex, in spite of his bad taste in women. So I'll be on my best behaviour. Please send me positive tact-and-diplomacy atoms.
She feels like shit now and there's not really anything I can do about it.
by Christopher R. Browning Nothing you probably haven't heard before, but it's a good summary.
Guffaw!
Also, happy Columbo Day to everybody. Don’t forget to wear your trench coat today!
Sorry for your wife, Jeff. Those don’t sound like friends. That made me sad
Talking about death... My wife's beloved grandaunt is dying. She's 94. It was quite sudden: two weeks ago, she was her dotty old self, a bit demented, but not too bad. Then she fell down, broke a wrist, and everything started to go downhill: now she can't remember who anyone is, she can barely breathe, eat and talk. She's has been moved to palliative care, and she will die soon.
We visited her yesterday, to say good bye, and I couldn't recognize her at first. This old lady was my wife's replacement grannie, 'cause her grandmother was rather distant. My wife is quite sad.
https://www.npr.org/sections/allsongs/2018/10/09/655637199/the-glands-may-be-the-greatest-band-you-ve-never-heard-of
If you don't know The Glands, I highly recommend them. They're like Yo La Tengo if they were from Georgia instead of New Jersey or CCR if CCR was part of the Elephant 6 collective.