I always keep a full thermos with me just in case.

I think I come off like a much bigger asshole here than in real life. At least I hope so. I'd hate to think that people who actually know me think so badly of me.

I'll just get you a copy of that Eastasia memo.

Actually, I'm not really that angry right now, either. I'm just annoyed that I have to go in early tomorrow so that I can spend four hours learning how to more effectively pamper our already over pampered guests. (90% of whom are actually totally fine people who I really don't mind being super-nice to.)

No, sober to shithammered in five seconds.

My girlfriend is like that. It really sucks sometimes.

Suffering under the boot of Eastasian tyranny!

Sorta.

Oh, I'm not like this at work. I suppress all my rage pretty well.

And really, who doesn't find someone who treats service staff like shit to be charming?

My work is giving us all sixteen hours of customer service training this week. Sixteen. Motherfucking. Hours. I wish I was around in the seventies when waiters could get away with being pricks, and when customers didn't expect to have their dicks sucked by the staff all the time.

Dishwashing was my first job. It sucks, but at least you don't really have to kiss any ass.

Oh, hey that's a link. I didn't notice.

The Shadoe knows.

He may be on tour with The Grinning Americans.

This is factually correct.

He's the Arab version of Dick Clark.

Chocolate News was not that great, but I'll always remember Grier's total glee on the episode after the '08 election. Pure, unadulterated joy and optimism. Of course, there was a lot of that going around at the time.

So is it called High Valyrian because it's considered some sort of upper class register, or is it because it originates in a more northerly region/higher elevation? Because generally that's what "high" means in relation to language. *pushes glasses up on nose*

I think it's more an old rom-com trope. Now they're usually bloggers or something. Which is basically the same.