When I first coloured my hair purple, and it really didn't take evenly (I recoloured it before posting here) I was tempted to butcher it. It was my Betty Blue moment, but I backed off. I'm not crazy.

No poking eyes out here.

the modest proposal thread. s'good stuff.

Posting to get the three queens together on one page.

the rare trifecta!

:queen: :queen: :queen:

Mildly amusing?

I just got out of a teleconference call with some consultant type person in New York who wanted to know how we do stuff here. Did it as a favor for a head guy at my firm.

Anyway, everyone on this conference was using that business speak thing where you talk for five minutes about something using fancy business lingo when you could just say the damn thing in one sentence in plain English.

At one point they were asking me a question about client's vendors providing metrics for some blah blah blah or other, and it took me a moment to realize they were just asking if we review the work our staff does to make sure it's OK. Is there some sort of lingo course that you take to get through MBA programs?

Is there such a thing as a Quadfecta? If so, I'm in......

:queen::queen::queen::queen:

Here's a gallon of ice cream and a VHS copy of Steel Magnolias. Please open a private chat for the yaya sisterhood of the travelling pants-type comments. thx

Can you please eat a dick? thx

No, but I'll bet you can. Sugar tits.

You're just jealous of the travelling pants 'cause your ass got too big to wear your favorite mini-skirt and now when you wear it you look like a hooker. Ya hooker.

No, but I got some up-kilt shots you can flick your bean to.

Nah, your beans wouldn't turn on my bean.

Let's make three-bean salad, baby. . . . Tossed salad.

Like any other specialty, MBA programs come with a certain amount of technical lingo and instill specialized skills. For worthless bullshit programs like the MBA it's mostly about forming non-committal sentences and emitting profound-sounding logorrhea.

Shawnee and Flint are amusing me today.

But also amusing me is the footy on TV. When a player has exposed blood, they are obliged to leave the field. Play is stopped while that player is substituted. The TV shows a little "Blood Rule" sign in the corner of the screen ... which also includes an ad encouraging people to donate blood to the red cross... dunno why, but I find it amusing...