Don't bother people with the actual details of what "free speech" is. They aren't interested if the explanation isn't "an echo chamber of my opinions".

That fucking sucks. They put you on steroids or anything?

We're moving down to the 9th floor from the 33rd on Friday. I'm being jacked out of my little rat-hole office and have a share an "interior office" (read: partially enclosed, large cube) with a co-worker. The upside is I like said co-worker. The downside is that I spent three weeks cutting weight on our files to…

You'll just have to start over. I've survived three commenting systems and two registration pushes in my tenure here.

It's not supposed to get that far. Someone's fishing for an out-of-court settlement.

I'm starting to get all of the stupid Disney lawsuits alleging theft of concept squished together in my memory.

When my uncle finally succumbed to Parkinson's and my aunt had to do into assisted living due to dementia, my cousin found an entire cabinet full of plastic containers holding full boxes of Flutie Flakes. My uncles was a big BC fan.

No shit, I still have nightmares about the composting toilets at Green Lane from when I was a kid.

I forgot how fucking funny that particular episode was.

Yes, and it first aired in 2001.

OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH! Mistah Fahtmachine!

*snucks on teeth* You know most poltergeist hauntings are BROUGHT ON by children entering puberty, riiiiiiiiiiiiight? *makes huffy noise*

Road House wins regardless of this formula. It was playing on 4 basic cable channels last night, each off-set by 15-30 minutes.

So do you. You probably just don't see them.

Under the house is no longer acceptable?

I once dated a rather hairy guy who was/is on the husky side and has questionable manners. He is indeed catnip to the bears at the gay club he and his current girlfriend like to hang out at.

Considering it was 2000 and before The Office, no. I just ended up doing his work while grumbling curses at his empty cube.

Years ago, I was working at a law firm and we had a temp named Jerry who, on his third day there, went out to lunch and just never came back. Turns out he was was arrested for shoplifting at the Macy's and never actually did anything while he was with us. I found all of the work he "completed" shoved in the crack…

I spent Saturday putting together the reel for the pool solar cover in the rain. It was a great excuse to by a new cordless drill/driver. Sunday, I spent doing actively avoiding Father's Day, landscaping and swimming. I'm now very sunburned on my back.

Do people still do candygrams?