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[stakebait]

Excerpted from an internal email:

Employees at the XXXX office have been evacuated from the office due to a power outage. A transformer exploded in the parking lot, so employees have been sent home for the day. [Emphasis added]

I know what they mean, and yet my brain is filled with the smoking remains of giant robots.

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China goes to the moon! Thanks to sinboy for the link.

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Spike/Angel won the shipper wars at the the Angel's Food Drive. Let me just take this moment to say nanny nanny phoo phoo. Also where are all the other ships? No Wes/Angel? No Wes/Fred, for that matter? This cannot stand! Fortunately, there will be a rematch. Meanwhile, today is Joss day, and I've decided to give now and not wait for Spike. Much as I love my boy, I love the creator of the whole shebang more. Although really it ought to be Numfar.

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I am wearing lipstick, which I never do. It makes me remember my lips, which is disconcerting. It's like going through the day thinking "Ankle. I have an ankle. My ankle is here." But for those who do, I gotta say Wink's new Double Trouble liner and gloss combo is pretty spiff. However, the strap of my purse broke, thus preserving the law of conservation of girly.

Mer

Comments

[astarte99.livejournal.com]

just say in your little declaration that it's "for Numfar, I mean Joss"

*pats self on back for helping Spangel win*

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

*pats you on the back too*

[farwing.livejournal.com]

my brain is filled with the smoking remains of giant robots.

That sounds painful. Did you get the zip-open model brain? 'Cause if you did, you might want to throw some water in, and maybe a bit of aloe or burn cream.

But yeah...nice mental image there.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

Hee! Gosh, I wish I had the zip model, there are so many things I'd like to take out of it. But alas, no. Giant smoking robots will just get pushed to the back in time, where they will end up next the lyrics of "Oh Mickey You're So Fine".

Mer

[cadhla.livejournal.com]

"Optimus Prime! NoooOOoOoOoooOoooooo!!!!"

...er, sorry. Ahem. I wonder if Joss named his penis Numfar? That would explain a few things.

I'm currently going through the day doing constant evaluation and awareness of several body parts; I feel and comprehend your pain. Only not, because you are probably the hotness with lipstick.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

Ack! Visual! Numfar, do the dance of sperm implantation! I am Scarred For Life. Or at least can never have sex with Joss Whedon without cracking up.

My co-workers seem to like it. Although they didn't say "the hotness", which is good, because I don't like my co-workers that way, and am glad I don't have to run screaming into the night looking for Joss Whedon's Amazing Dancing Anthropomorphic Cock as the less scary mental picture.

Mer

[jadelennox]

Joss Whedon's Amazing Dancing Anthropomorphic Cock

*whimper*

[chanaleh.livejournal.com]

and yet my brain is filled with the smoking remains of giant robots.

More than meets the eye!

[dragovianknight.livejournal.com]

A transformer exploded in the parking lot, so employees have been sent home for the day.

::nods sagely:: It's rough on the rest of us when those 'bots start mixing it up.

[boniblithe.livejournal.com]

Noooooooooooooooo, Optimus Prime! *sob*

[voleuse.livejournal.com]

my brain is filled with the smoking remains of giant robots

That happened to our university last year. The power went out, and they told us a transformer exploded.

Someone asked me what the cause was. I replied, "A decepticon."

It was a minute before someone started laughing.

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

That's adorable!

[batyatoon]

I know what they mean, and yet ...

Yup. Not quite up there with ABUNDANCE OF LOCAL METAL-RICH WHITE DWARFS, but highly amusing nonetheless. :)

[stakebait.livejournal.com]

*hee!* hi ho, hi ho...

My favorite internal email is still the help desk update on a resolved glitch that ended "Sorry for any innocence."

Mer