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What a way to start the day

I love getting out of bed in the morning to check an SMS on my phone to discover really, really, really good news from a friend.

It's confidential news and all that, so I can't say anything , but it's brilliantly good news.

Happy, happy, joy, joy!

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paradigmshifty
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:43 pm (UTC)
Let me guess...
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paradigmshifty
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:50 pm (UTC)
Possibly both. Or all three.
halloranelder
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)
Bad people! :)

A friend got a job he really, really, really, really, really wanted.
paradigmshifty
Jan. 19th, 2006 12:15 am (UTC)
So you now have your own private gigolo? ;-p
draquin
Jan. 19th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)
happy vibes for your happy friend :-)
such a nice way to start a day too...
paradigmshifty
Jan. 18th, 2006 11:51 pm (UTC)
I am reminded of Klinger from MASH - "Half family dead; other half pregnant."

:-)
non_lj_mark
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:27 am (UTC)
2nd season
paradigmshifty
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:31 am (UTC)
And actually spoken by Colonel Potter, read from one request (of many) to be sent home :-)

We have no lives, do we?
non_lj_mark
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:35 am (UTC)
I must have more of a no life than you. It was Lt Col Henry Blake. And it was the 8th in the file. It was also only about the 5th appearance of Klinger. His first appearance (IN UNIFORM!!!!!!) was in first season, in which he punches Frank Burns out! Then comes back and attempts to insert a grenade in him....

....


....

Oh GOD I NEED A LIFE!!!!!!!!!!


THat's it. I'm going home.
paradigmshifty
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:38 am (UTC)
You're right too, now that I replay it in my mind - it *was* Blake. Klinger then activates a self-inflating liferaft on his desk.

Are you planning on coming to Arcanacon? And beware - I have a sequel to the Garbage In, Garbage Out insanity in the works... ;->
non_lj_mark
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:40 am (UTC)
Ahhh, no. The self inflating raft WAS Potter

Yes, I'll be at Arc.

Cool. you KNOW the character I want.
paradigmshifty
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:39 am (UTC)
And I just realised - you don't need a life, you need a boyfriend. (Boyfriend/girlfriend, what's the difference? Besides the access methods.)

AJ's down here for Arc - come and play! :-)
non_lj_mark
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:42 am (UTC)
The access methods are different?... Not that I'd noticed.

And what's to say, Mr Bears, that Random and i haven't been speaking to each other?
paradigmshifty
Jan. 19th, 2006 06:50 am (UTC)
Alright - some of the access is different :-)

And nothing says that you haven't been speaking...
halloranelder
Jan. 19th, 2006 07:57 am (UTC)
Of course, I read that as:

And what's to say, Mr Bears, that Random and i haven't been spanking each other?
non_lj_mark
Jan. 20th, 2006 12:20 am (UTC)
didn'y think that was your thing ;)
halloranelder
Jan. 20th, 2006 12:35 am (UTC)
Really? You obviously haven't been paying attention then.
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