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defrogSo stop asking me.
[Spotted near the hotel]
The great thing about sitting through four straight days of PowerPoint marathons only three hours sleep whilst meeting grueling deadlines is that, after awhile, yr notes start looking like this:
Good thing they thought to supply us with extra large coffee mugs. No idea why they held the conference in a meat locker. The ink in my pen kept crystalizing.
Right. Back to work, then.
Ball and chain,
This is dF
[Spotted near the hotel]
The great thing about sitting through four straight days of PowerPoint marathons only three hours sleep whilst meeting grueling deadlines is that, after awhile, yr notes start looking like this:
Dulcet tones of Link OAM certification procedures lull me into strange visions, most of them involving the Hack Girls running on stage, giving lap dances and eating popsicles as the speakers moan low. Which would be the case of Chuck Barris ran these conferences. I wish he did. Then we could have Jaye P Morgan, Charles Nelson Reilly and Paul Lynde as panelists, rating the speakers and smoking cigarettes.
Ooooo brain fade ... multipath agents are jamming my brain again. Burroughs is dicing my brain and reassembling the cubes randomly out of a stainless steel bowl – “Mosaic brainprint, you dig?” he growls amiably.
“End to end monitoring of service to ensure 99.9999999999999% uptime.” Am I the only one reading double entendres into that slide? Probably all the coffee. More than three mugs in one hour and I got a fever, and the prescription is Dita von Teese in a Wonderbra whacking a cowbell. Klunk! Klunk! Klunk! Klunk!
“We’re losing them, AJ.”
“Send out Susan Tyrell, Herve Villechaize and the Mystic Knights Of The Oingo Boingo.”
“Can't do it. No smoking in the ballroom, chief."
"Goddammit I can’t be expected to work under these conditions.”
We are all giant Komodo dragons, only with shoes.
Multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint! Water flowing underground! I has a hunger! Bring me nasi goreng! And a masseuse!
Ooooo brain fade ... multipath agents are jamming my brain again. Burroughs is dicing my brain and reassembling the cubes randomly out of a stainless steel bowl – “Mosaic brainprint, you dig?” he growls amiably.
“End to end monitoring of service to ensure 99.9999999999999% uptime.” Am I the only one reading double entendres into that slide? Probably all the coffee. More than three mugs in one hour and I got a fever, and the prescription is Dita von Teese in a Wonderbra whacking a cowbell. Klunk! Klunk! Klunk! Klunk!
“We’re losing them, AJ.”
“Send out Susan Tyrell, Herve Villechaize and the Mystic Knights Of The Oingo Boingo.”
“Can't do it. No smoking in the ballroom, chief."
"Goddammit I can’t be expected to work under these conditions.”
We are all giant Komodo dragons, only with shoes.
Multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint to multipoint! Water flowing underground! I has a hunger! Bring me nasi goreng! And a masseuse!
Good thing they thought to supply us with extra large coffee mugs. No idea why they held the conference in a meat locker. The ink in my pen kept crystalizing.
Right. Back to work, then.
Ball and chain,
This is dF
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on 2009-11-05 05:17 pm (UTC)*puts her head set back and cranks the volume*
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on 2009-11-05 06:14 pm (UTC)Why, you .... Faaaaaaaah!
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on 2009-11-05 08:17 pm (UTC)*stands back to admire*