The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Katy had to go to Lausanne for a job this afternoon so I had to work from the living room to keep an eye on puppers. I was on a video call with the team with the birds squawking on my left, the cat stretched out brokenly behind me and NMD on the beanbag snoring and farting. The usual…
We received this by email a few days ago:
With a focus on our environment, we are welcoming sheep to the Vers-chez-les-Blanc campus during October and November. Please feel free to say hello, but be aware of the electric fence and DO NOT feed the sheep.
This was my reply:
Whoever made that decision might regret it. We used to have sheep at my parents’ farm. They look all cute and innocent, but in reality are wooly, stupid assholes that are the malicious embodiment of Murphy’s law.
It was surprisingly well received :)
… ouch.
I told Suttipong that I loved his shirt, but that it was also very reminiscent of a British pub carpet. He wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but after a quick Google Image Search, he agreed with me. So did the Irish and English expat colleagues we ran into this morning.
Brought some chocolate coffee bark to the office to celebrate a project milestone. You can’t eat too much of it… It’s been known to cause mild palpitations.
This was a discussion we had on our group chat at work.
I’ve caught a bad case of chest cat. So sorry. Nothing to be done.
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