inbox line of the morning

"You can't watch it for the plot. You have to watch it for the slash."

They will find me at my desk with a Heftklammerremover

From the lovely and talented mauftarkie, the Stupid Translator:
http://momorgan.com/features/index.asp?feature=translate

Here is the result of feeding it yesterday's musical entry:

My brain kept bored and decided to converse by producing a sound religious document of the singing "young girl Williams Shatner.",

I cannot turn it away.

They will find me at my desk with a Heftklammerremover, which is dug into my handle.

Young one... Girl! Receive -- to OUTof... my-understanding!

snow, dawgs!

The state flag, located directly outside our office window, is displaying horizontal tendencies not seen since the last set of astronauts left a stars and bars on the Moon. The sky - and, indeed, everything else - is the same shade of grey as our computers and furniture. And the snow has started, cold and vicious-looking. The effect of the whole business is, to quote that famous passage by the Bard of Avon, "Reallye fucking depressinge. We shalle freeze our asses offe."

I sit at my desk snarfing Jolly Rancher Cherry suckers and trying not to whine out loud. *whine.* Oh sorry.