Tenth Musee

Joelle: as my father would say,  “Horse on you!”
Joelle: I think that’s the old fashioned version of “Sucka!”

Kathy: does it have to be a horse?
Kathy: or could it be like a buffalo
Kathy: or a wooly mammoth
Kathy: or
Kathy: a dead chicken

Joelle: “dead chicken on you!” does have a nice ring.

Kathy:  decomposition brings a new aspect to it.

Joelle: Is there a new way to export from Blogger? I haven’t done it in ages.

Kathy: no, I’d have to look it up in the docs

Joelle: Blogger makes it such a pain in the ass

Kathy: I know. Moving from Blogger to Wordpress is a breeze

Joelle: God, not to Expression Engine it isn’t.  I have to export to MT first, do the hokey pokey, then use the MT import utility.

Kathy: Exporting Blogger is like… “crap an anvil, step left, sew a quilt, then download this patch, then call this 800 number, then eat a sardine upside down, bake a cake backwards, enter this key number in the space provided and… voila!”

Joelle: Mmm…. breezy.

We’re both on tight deadlines and we’ve been having a lot of, let’s say, “challenges” with the outsourced development of a particular project, which was supposed to be delivered yesterday morning.

Kathy: he told me 3 hours so if its not in my lap at 1:30

Kathy: hell is opening up and asses will burn.

Joelle: *sizzles*

I always enjoy her metaphors.

I’m off to Austin, Texas this weekend for SXSW Interactive. If you’re going to be there, say hi!  I’ll be the one with the sexy pink laptop bag and the coffee stain on her shirt.  I love Austin, it’s such a cool city. 

I discovered that my nemisis, Haagen-Dazs, has come out with seven new flavors in their “Light” line.  First, let me preface this by saying that their Light Cherry Fudge Truffle is just… orgasmic. It’s glorious. It’s the best thing on a spoon, I swear.  But, that didn’t stop me from trying the new Blueberry Cheesecake or the Vanilla Caramel Brownie (the latter is delicious, the former? It’s ok, if you’re in the mood for fruit cheesecake. I wasn’t.) I just discovered they have a Caramel Cone and a Cookie Dough, too, so I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled.  Or, I could just tape a pint to each ass-cheek and go about my day.

How’s that for random?