Tuesday, June 18, 2013

There’s always a U after a Q. It’s the law. Mrs. Dimand taught me that. Eventually.

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roger allam, john finnemore, benedork cucumberpatch

Tuesday has redeemed itself!!!!!

I really can’t even… this is perfect!

(and here’s your context, from the episode “Qikiqtarjuaq” - which I have now quoted so many damn times, I can spell Qikiqtarjuaq perfectly. Every. Single. Time.)

NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: It wouldn’t have mattered anyway; I’ve seen your website.

ARTHUR: Oh, have you? Brilliant! You see, Mum, I told you people would go!

NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Ohhh, you did that, did you?

ARTHUR: Thank you!

NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Are you a professional web designer?

ARTHUR: No, not even a bit! But there’s this website that makes it really simple, even if you’re completely clueless, you can make it play music, and the words flash, and, you know, put in things like a line of dancing aeroplanes – you know, make it look, make it look really professional.

NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Okaaay, Ms. Knapp-Shappey, I’m going to ask you and your crew from now on at all times to refer to this flight as being an Unbeaten Track flight, not an MJN one.

CAROLYN: Why? It is an MJN flight.

NANCY DEAN LIEBHART: Yes, but my concern is that travellers may Google you on their return and discover, no offense, what sort of outfit you are.

CAROLYN: When you say “no offense,” do you in fact know what that means?

Posted by Matty on 06/18 at 03:50 PM
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I never could get the hang of Tuesdays

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everyone knows jensen ackles is the princess of tumblr

Once again, that line is DIRECTLY from the show. Yep. Cracktastic.

Yesterday was written off because of the headache, so I’m trying to hit the ground running today.

It’s weird because I normally take Tuesdays off from the job search. Otherwise, I get depressed when there’s not a lot of new jobs to apply for. Skipping Tuesday normally means that Wednesday is really productive. I like productive days.

But - so far today, I’ve tried to fill out my unemployment claim in Spanish (Je parle français, mais pas couramment.) and I’ve tried to drink from my stapler. I’ve also jumped off the couch and spilled my coffee all over myself when Brown rang the doorbell to announce the arrival of the much needed dog food.

*sigh*

Jimmy the Pimp’s well has run dry. I haven’t heard back from Tony the Pimp about the cost job. And I’m so desperate, I’m interviewing in NEEDHAM. NEEDHAM! (Je suis très stupide.)

About the only thing going in my favour today is that my Cabin Pressure fan fic is going well. I’m almost ready to print it out and edit the hell out of it. Almost. It’s going a lot faster than my Johnlock did, which is both nice and scary. Oh well, editing will take take of the scary. I hope.

And knitting’s tonight - so I get to see people who aren’t at day care, not my husband, and not my personal trainer - so there’s that.

Today will redeem itself, or it will get kicked squarely in the nuts.

Posted by Matty on 06/18 at 11:33 AM
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