Ever since I learned the term, I've always believed I was prone to being a PFC (definition #6 as of today). This morning, I tore a belt loop while using it as grip to pull on my jeans.
*sigh*
When I got to work I somehow got to telling my Roomie what had happened this morning.
"...belt loop broke while I was trying to pull up my pants. I'm totally fulfilling my potential as a PFC."
"No," Roomie replied to my story. "You're not getting bigger, your arms are just getting stronger!"
And then I felt better. :D
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
The Dangerous Bubble defined
halliatrefield: the proximity to someone within which you can receive their true emotional wavelengths
i.e. The couple snuggled in the corner, totally absorbed in each other's halliatrefields.
i.e. The couple snuggled in the corner, totally absorbed in each other's halliatrefields.
Meeting minutes
"I'm just casually retarded today."
There's a lawyer on the phone that makes a gazillion dollars a minute and he's said all of 10 words over the past hour. No wonder lawyers are so rich.
LESSON: use any ambiguity to your advantage.
The phrase is "nip it in the bud," not "butt." If you want an adage about your butt, talk about something biting you in the ass.
The accountant keeps leaving for glasses of water. He's left a dozen times (while the lawyer hangs in on the phone). You'd think he'd fill the damn glass instead of returning with half empty glasses of water.
There's a lawyer on the phone that makes a gazillion dollars a minute and he's said all of 10 words over the past hour. No wonder lawyers are so rich.
LESSON: use any ambiguity to your advantage.
The phrase is "nip it in the bud," not "butt." If you want an adage about your butt, talk about something biting you in the ass.
The accountant keeps leaving for glasses of water. He's left a dozen times (while the lawyer hangs in on the phone). You'd think he'd fill the damn glass instead of returning with half empty glasses of water.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
This looks like a job for...ME!
A few things culminated in the below picture. 
Part pirate, part superhero, ALL ridiculous, it was worth the race up the stairs to grab my BlackBerry camera. :D
- My boss brought me a red/maroon pashmina back from India this morning.
- I went for a walk to the store across the street with it on.
- It was SUPER windy outside and everything (including me) was getting blown around.
- An idea dawned on me.
Part pirate, part superhero, ALL ridiculous, it was worth the race up the stairs to grab my BlackBerry camera. :D
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Used to be my playground
He gently touched her shoulder to rouse her. She lifted her head to see where she was and who had awoken her. When she realized where she was she lifted her face to meet his gaze and a soft smile broke across her lips.
"It's the end."
"Thanks."
She rose to leave, and he made way for her. She stepped off the train and onto the platform and began to make her way to the stairs. He paused on the platform to watch her until he couldn't see her any longer. He sighed and turned to leave, sure he would never see that smile again.
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One day, I really am going to write that subway story I keep promising myself about.
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I rode the entire length of the SRT today for the first time in what might be years. It's funny the things you miss when you know they're gone, but never would have thought to appreciate while you had them.
The distance between Ellesmere and Lawrence stations is a landscape of the backs of industrial buildings and factories. On so many of those concrete walls are murals of graffiti. But not all of it is vandalous (made-up word!). A whole stretch of them are carefully crafted works of art. But save for one, I recognized only one of the murals today. All the rest had been changed and painted over. No more Disney dwarfs spelling out "MONORAIL." I miss them.
And then rounding the corner up to the end of the line, I caught a glimpse of the community centre that I used to attend drama activities at with my childhood friends, before getting loaded into the back of our old station wagon to get tossed and turned (our own doing--nothing to do with the momentum of the car) all the way home. But this time, probably 20 years after those days, I was nearly shocked to discover that they'd renamed the centre. Not that it negated the memories we had made there, but in a way, it had changed something.
"It's the end."
"Thanks."
She rose to leave, and he made way for her. She stepped off the train and onto the platform and began to make her way to the stairs. He paused on the platform to watch her until he couldn't see her any longer. He sighed and turned to leave, sure he would never see that smile again.
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One day, I really am going to write that subway story I keep promising myself about.
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I rode the entire length of the SRT today for the first time in what might be years. It's funny the things you miss when you know they're gone, but never would have thought to appreciate while you had them.
The distance between Ellesmere and Lawrence stations is a landscape of the backs of industrial buildings and factories. On so many of those concrete walls are murals of graffiti. But not all of it is vandalous (made-up word!). A whole stretch of them are carefully crafted works of art. But save for one, I recognized only one of the murals today. All the rest had been changed and painted over. No more Disney dwarfs spelling out "MONORAIL." I miss them.
And then rounding the corner up to the end of the line, I caught a glimpse of the community centre that I used to attend drama activities at with my childhood friends, before getting loaded into the back of our old station wagon to get tossed and turned (our own doing--nothing to do with the momentum of the car) all the way home. But this time, probably 20 years after those days, I was nearly shocked to discover that they'd renamed the centre. Not that it negated the memories we had made there, but in a way, it had changed something.
Friday, May 08, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
Girl gossip
"He's still the same, only with a little more face-fat, and less exciting hair."
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The details we pick up on as girls, to share with our girls...
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Accident!
I just discovered with Google Chrome that if you drag a tab out of the tab bar, that tab will open into its own window! AND, if you drag a tab from one window into another, it will join the other list of tabs! AND, Ctrl+B will open your bookmarks bar! Whew. I was on a roll for tonight!
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The details we pick up on as girls, to share with our girls...
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Accident!
I just discovered with Google Chrome that if you drag a tab out of the tab bar, that tab will open into its own window! AND, if you drag a tab from one window into another, it will join the other list of tabs! AND, Ctrl+B will open your bookmarks bar! Whew. I was on a roll for tonight!
Sunday, May 03, 2009
What I mean
When someone takes care of you, it doesn't necessarily mean in the sense where they do everything you need; cook, clean, drive, work, pay, etc. To me it means that they do the little things that don't need to be done, but because they've thought of them, your life is so much sweeter.
The one who takes care of you will make sure that you have that glass of water you need beside your bed every night. They'll pick up your sweater off the floor and fold it nicely for you. They'll call you in the morning to tell you that traffic's bad and that you should leave a little earlier. They'll shut the closet door without you having to ask so that the monsters can't get out.
That's what I mean when I say someone takes care of you.
The one who takes care of you will make sure that you have that glass of water you need beside your bed every night. They'll pick up your sweater off the floor and fold it nicely for you. They'll call you in the morning to tell you that traffic's bad and that you should leave a little earlier. They'll shut the closet door without you having to ask so that the monsters can't get out.
That's what I mean when I say someone takes care of you.
Friday, May 01, 2009
If I don't have it, and you don't have it, then you screwed up
Don't try to make me your scapegoat for your own shortcomings or mistakes. Apologize first for fucking up, and then maybe I'll be willing to help you--don't just demand it of me.
Stick to numbers, a**hole.
Stick to numbers, a**hole.
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