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defamer
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neil gaiman
tim goodman
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SMRT-TV
los angeles
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bookslut
ostrich ink
HEARTtaker
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John Bowe (ed):
Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone:
Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell:
Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn:
People's History of the U.S.

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kcrw
woxy

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The Daily Show
Prison Break
The Office (US)
Lost
Kitchen Confidential
Veronica Mars

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Thursday, July 08, 2004

Quick work story:

My desk is in a high-traffic area of the office, right by the door to the bathroom here, which means that I look up every time someone makes a move to the facilities, just to see if they're coming to speak to me or they're just passing by. Usually I accompany this with a friendly smile, or a nod, and say "hi" or "hola" or "bonjour," because I'm all multi-culti like that.

Yesterday, one of the writers stepped up to the plate, and threw Yiddish and Japanese greetings at me. I don't know Yiddish and Japanese. But! I have now bookmarked this page. We started off with Albanian this morning. I plan to move to Arabic next.

I am prepared.

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