Rebecca

Happy birthday, Michele!! I was just looking through last year's calendar to see what I doing a year ago - and I had written your day in! That's odd, considering we've still never met, but mostly it's telling - you have a very strong, positive effect on everyone who reads your posts. This is a better bonfire with you here.

Oh my God, I have tears in my eyes. Nose is running, too. Michele, you sure know how to relate an experience. That was an amazing story - even more so because it actually just happened. Congratulations, Noni. Another beautiful bundle of joy - isn't life just grand? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Why would you think that? I peel the grapes first, personally - makes 'em like squishy little eyeballs. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Aww c'mon. Philosophy's not that bad at all. Actually, it can be kinda fun. Just keep up with the reading, and the rest is cake. I don't care what class you're taking, waiting until you have seven hours to write a paper makes any subject a lot harder than it has to be. I'm writing from experience. Lots and lots of procrastinating experience. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh no - I am so sorry, Kim. Blues to Paul. Deepest condolences to all who mourn him.

Psh. Duh! Now taking applications - how are you with footrubs and anticipating whims? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'd be a benevolent dictator. All would love and fear me. I would have spies at every level of the world's major entities to report corruption and evil. All would be free to live the lives they choose, as long as the rules were followed - no killing, no stealing, no lying. Good deeds would be strongly encouraged and rewarded. Charitable giving would earn huge tax benefits. The more honest and transparent major corporations were about their earnings, the higher their stocks would go. Criminals would be punished according to their crimes, and repeat offenders would be punished to the maximum, including severe public humiliation. Major funding would be funneled into alternative energy research and advancement, and reforestation and ecological projects would receive priority. Also, beginning in the US, all parents would have to complete a mandatory parenting class (free) before being able to legally register their first child. Penalties for child abuse or neglect would be severe. Also, the world would have access to birth control and the Catholic church could kiss my ass on that one. hey, this is fun. What else? All world leaders would report to me and would be responsible for demonstrating their progress in improving their country's situations. Leaders and citizens of first-world countries would also be responsible for 'adopting' less fortunate countries until they become economically and socially stable. Oh, and I'd be immortal, and be able to defy gravity, and be omniscient. And I could could cook too, but wouldn't have to. Thank God for fantasies. Reality just sucks sometimes. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Oh, how heartbreaking. Elfanie, I am SO sorry for you and all who loved them. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Are you threatening me!?!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Hear hear!! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Rupert Holmes. My favorite is Little Miss Magic, for sentimental reasons. My daddy used to play that for me, and mom sang it to me all the time when I was 2-4 years old, right around when Coconut Telegraph came out, I think. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Um, let me think about it... YES, HE'S HOT!!! And so is your avatar, you little hottie, you! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I have no idea what you're talking about. Seriously, man. No clue. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Funny thing - I woke up all of a sudden this morning at exactly 4:21 a.m., and my sleep-addled brain still put it together. Hey, it's 04:21 on 4/21... maybe I'll just... nahh, I need to sleep. disclaimer: I was thinking, "Maybe I'll just get up now and enjoy a sunrise" I was. Really. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

A bit left of the bottom right corner? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I agree totally. Set her straight or you'll be treated like that from now on. If the whole office (practically) is behind you, there'll be no backlash for it. It'd be a bit different if they were with her, as you'd be seen as 'the enemy'.. seeing as you won't, go for it. Thanks guys! That's pretty much my plan. The next time she walks in I'm going to stop her, tell her to back out, knock, and ask me if I'm busy. I will then say, "Yes, I am. Send me your request in an e-mail, and I'll get around to it when I'm not busy." I hate to admit it, but I'm very non-confrontational. I'm not weak, I just don't deal with this type of situation well. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I tried that. It seems she took that as English for "Please feel free to assume I work for you, and take advantage of my helpful nature" Grr. Count your blessings if you get along with the people you have to deal with. Oh, and just to give you an idea: I like damn near everyone, and I'm fairly certain that the folks who have met me think I'm easy to get along with. It takes a lot to get me this incensed. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Dude, are you angling for a shot at hosting a Wild Kingdom comeback? Hee hee! Nice pics! Here's one from me: you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

For the past several weeks, I haven't had an extraordinary amount of work to do. Not even an ordinary amount, really. So I was looking forward to a long weekend last Thursday, when lo and behold, afternoon rolls around and brings hell with it. I was asked to validate a set of financials for another group, and of course it was a rush (no problem), and we need to figure out which data set to use (no problem) and I would have to liase with Tanya (PROBLEM) Tanya*, an associate fresh out of B-school, has been assigend to my dept. for eight months now. I started asking when her rotation was up the minute she got here. This little peon seems to think that she's the only one with a brain around here, and treats everyone else acordingly. Zero respect, total impertinence, and a prima donna attitude have made her the bane of my entire organization. Every single person, with one exception, despises this woman. And the exception is coming around to the truth, too, when Tanya's nose isn't buried up their small intestine. She just barged into my office for the umpteenth this week, demanding to know what "these numbers" mean, and why this and why that, and while I was attempting to explain, she leaned over me (oh my God the halitosis!), and started using my freakin' keyboard! That's just the latest infraction. GAAAGGHHH! OK, rant over. Anyone else have to deal with That Person? The one who has the ability to enrage, annoy, and irritate everyone around them? More importantly, any advice on standing up to them that doesn't comprimise your professionalism? *Names have been changed to protect the innocent (i.e. me) you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I'm also really happy he won. According to my pops (ret. USAF Combat Control), for every birdie Mickelson shot, he donated something like $1,000 to the Special Ops Warrior Foundation, which awards scholarships to the children of fallen SpecOps soldiers. Right on, Phil! you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

HaHA! That was fun! Here's me sorta... you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

I was just being silly, Wingnut! As for Switzerland, I love it!! I've been skiiing, paragliding, climbed a glacier, ate fondue, bought a damn knife, and tried really hard to understand their German dialect. What do you call it? Schwetzedutsch? Might as well have been Japanese! Hee hee, well maybe not that different, but still. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

as i've been told, but can't confirm...... not true.... it's something we do to the cheese.. true swiss cheese has no holes...... You do WHAT to swiss cheese????? you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?

Her, but I've already got her cast as me in movie. Oh, and it's Peet, not Pete.

I've been a little gun-shy in here - it did seem a bit Twilight-Zoney at first. But then a troll showed up and it seems Casch is possessed, so I'm a little more comfortable. Like breakin' in a new pair of shoes. you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel loquacious?' -- well do you, punk?