Today, I am so v. unfortunate to be participating in what the Monkey Profession calls a Charrette. Basically this is a sort of planning retreat where you expend loads of mental energy and refuel with bull shit.
You're jealous, right?
If you come rescue me, I'll be yours forever. And I do windows.
Posted by This Fish at November 19, 2003 09:20 AMHow do we rescue you? Smash thru the window, swinging in on a rope? Pull the fire alarm and whisk you away in the confusion?
Posted by: Dan at November 19, 2003 09:56 AMAre you sure they didn't say "charade" but slurred, because they're already drunk, having gotten loaded at the prospect of going to this thing?
I say for the rescue, Dan, there has to be at least one long black car with a door that opens backwards.
Posted by: Michael at November 19, 2003 10:45 AMHi there...I've been reading you forever (I even linked you, hope you don't mind...) but I was compelled to comment today because I suspect we are in the same monkey profession. It's nice to hear another disgruntled voice.
Posted by: lainey at November 19, 2003 11:07 AM