Webcam and Lunches
Nov. 15th, 2004 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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beetlebomb:
Complete the sentence; "If a webcam were filming me right now you'd see..." and post it to your journal so others can complete the sentence!
"If a webcam were filming me right now, you'd see me resting my head at a 45 degree angle on my hand, while fiddling with a set of three clear plastic doodads of unknown origin with the other hand."
Assuming a 30 second or so delay so that you don't just see me 'typing a response to this message'.
I just got back from a team lunch -- which, once again, I forgot all about, only to be ambushed on the way back from a rather unsatisfying cafeteria lunch, which I didn't even eat all of because it was so nasty. They convinced me to come with them to the 'Celtic Bayou', where they had Jambalaya *and* Irish staples like Bangers and Mash. I ordered dessert, and had a few of the hush puppies people ordered as appetizers, and we chatted about reality shows, and Halo 2, and horrible tortures that they were planning on visiting us on the next morale event (sledding or maybe skiing -- eep!).
Annoyingly, we can't talk about Lost, which is the only show that all of us watch, because I'm the only one watching it in real-time -- everyone else is watching it on passed around VHS tapes or on Tivo, so no one's ever seen all the same episodes.
On the way back, we tried to race the other car (we carpooled there in two cars), but despite the bit where they didn't know we were racing, we still lost. We could have won if Jessica had been crazy enough to pass the truck in the HOV lane on the exit... or we might have gotten run off the road. One of those.
beetlebomb:Complete the sentence; "If a webcam were filming me right now you'd see..." and post it to your journal so others can complete the sentence!
"If a webcam were filming me right now, you'd see me resting my head at a 45 degree angle on my hand, while fiddling with a set of three clear plastic doodads of unknown origin with the other hand."
Assuming a 30 second or so delay so that you don't just see me 'typing a response to this message'.
I just got back from a team lunch -- which, once again, I forgot all about, only to be ambushed on the way back from a rather unsatisfying cafeteria lunch, which I didn't even eat all of because it was so nasty. They convinced me to come with them to the 'Celtic Bayou', where they had Jambalaya *and* Irish staples like Bangers and Mash. I ordered dessert, and had a few of the hush puppies people ordered as appetizers, and we chatted about reality shows, and Halo 2, and horrible tortures that they were planning on visiting us on the next morale event (sledding or maybe skiing -- eep!).
Annoyingly, we can't talk about Lost, which is the only show that all of us watch, because I'm the only one watching it in real-time -- everyone else is watching it on passed around VHS tapes or on Tivo, so no one's ever seen all the same episodes.
On the way back, we tried to race the other car (we carpooled there in two cars), but despite the bit where they didn't know we were racing, we still lost. We could have won if Jessica had been crazy enough to pass the truck in the HOV lane on the exit... or we might have gotten run off the road. One of those.
