Monday, 30 November 2009

FYI, Part II

Remember Work Bird?  Well:

Workbird3

Get on it, people!

Nov 30, 2009 2:25:11 PM | Academia, Dissertation

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Sisyphus

What? What????? I was working, I swear!


I grew up near enough to the municipal dump to know that I do _not_ want any work birds pooping on my head. Gah, get away from me, you fiends! *swats frantically around head*

Posted by: Sisyphus | Monday, 30 November 2009 at 03:49 PM

SEK

I'm worried less about the poop than, you know ...

Posted by: SEK | Monday, 30 November 2009 at 04:01 PM

alkau

Since you have been a receiver of such gifts from birds in your youth, I don't understand why another helping would worry you!!!

Posted by: alkau | Monday, 30 November 2009 at 06:02 PM

Richard Pennyfarthing

It's hard to get back into the swing of things after 4 days off, bird.

Posted by: Richard Pennyfarthing | Monday, 30 November 2009 at 06:04 PM

happyfeet

Who do I hate more than hepatitis? Richard Bach.

Posted by: happyfeet | Monday, 30 November 2009 at 06:11 PM

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