March 3rd, 2011

My Widdle Bwain

Apparently One Of My Coworkers Is A Vorlon

I will confess, when I asked when this coworker would be available I never expected to receive a response of "between the hours of loam and Pam, est."

*scratches head in bafflement*

Well, it has been that kind of afternoon...


Edit: Turns out his mail's spellchecker got its hands on the times and went a little wild. It should have been "between the hours of 10am and 7pm, est." Good to know he didn't have some kind of medical problem that caused the weird response.
My Widdle Bwain

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For those who are curious about the good kind of insanity (engendered, alas, by the bad), Fresne's journal entry gives a good summation. (It left out the rather odd moment of a coworker rushing over to give us the great news that they've set a date for the 3D Star Wars so that she could for once join in the geekery. I hadn't realized our geekery was something to be aspired toward. Unfortunately for her, 3D Star Wars merely brought a "huh?" followed by a Google search, and extensive blinking rapidly in denial. Because while we may be those kind of geeks, we're certainly not that kind of geeks.)

And yes, she's not joking about the cuneiform. I'm not ashamed to admit that I shot it down. And added that we have to put the carrier pigeon transport methodology through a security review -- though I rather seriously doubt it will pass.