Could it be my favorite ace_cub_reportr?

You give that mean Ms. Lane what for!

Must. Resist. Urge. To tell all my male coworkers to "keep their shirts on" whenever they are hurrying me.

For at least another week.

I'm so getting one of these for my office door.

I went to a movie with a friend today. It was pretty great. There were aliens and gods and a guy in a suit and a big green rage monster and the ass-kickingest woman ever and Sam Jackson with an eyepatch.

Everything except a harpy. So it wasn't perfect.

...or maybe not.

From the massive, finely-engineered conspiracy that hushed up the Kennedy assassinations, to this. 

We must be out of practice.

Think fast.

Hurm. Hurmity hurm. HURM.

...now I have a head full of questions about neuroplasticity and flatlines and jammers and the Bug.

I know we have Dr. Frost and Dr. Baylor and Dr. Reyes and Dr. Ramachandran. But we need a damned neurologist. Of oourse, then she'd just want to poke me in the brains. Maybe nevermind.

Harpy, we're sending you back to school. Don't worry: El Jefe and I will make sure the government pays.

So it's nice to know they have a job to do on this earth in spite of it.

(Special props to #7. Please note toupee.)


(Thanks to gerisullivan, even tho the WaPo is my local rag.)

If I were in a different unit, I could be fighting pirates.

Also, there is stupid, and there is OMFG DID YOU LEAVE YOUR HEAD ON THE PILLOW WHEN YOU GOT OUT OF BED THIS MORNING?