Random notices #2

Comments: 10

    By god.

    What a tie.

    Miss T | 07.02.07, 14:10

    I was also flum­moxed by the tie. And ‘flum­moxed’ is not a word I use lightly.

    The Goldfish | 07.02.07, 14:21

    I should explain: the tie is not mine. It is a stock photo tie. Indeed, I can’t remem­ber the last time I even wore a tie.

    An Unreliable Witness | 07.02.07, 14:25

    You really prefer not to have to intro­duce your­self as in… we should already know who you are? With a tie like this, yes, I guess that is a highly feas­ible assump­tion Mr Snow…

    Ariel | 07.02.07, 14:34

    Oh no, Ariel. No, not that. The reason I prefer not to intro­duce myself is because I am ‘quiet and unas­sum­ing’. It’s a series, you see. These posts aren’t just thrown together.

    Ahem.

    An Unreliable Witness | 07.02.07, 15:27

    I would like a thou­sand, please.

    la fille | 07.02.07, 17:56

    I quite like the tie.

    The knot, how­ever, gives the impres­sion he has been ‘pea­nut­ted’ for not hand­ing over his din­ner money.

    Mr Angry | 07.03.07, 12:28

    the concept of this card reminds me of a pro­fessor of medi­eval stud­ies that i had dur­ing my mas­ters pro­gram. there were all of these awk­ward moments where she’d be intro­duced to someone, and she’d try to avoid shak­ing his/her hand … “umm, i have a thing … about touch­ing … hands … strangers … errrrrrr”.

    she cer­tainly could have benefited from your genius.

    [on a side note: between the two of us, we could cre­ate an hil­ari­ous cast of char­ac­ters out of the strange pro­fess­ors we’ve known!]

    imogen | 07.03.07, 22:24

    La Fille — Your order is being prin­ted by an army of ded­ic­ated elves.

    Mr Angry — Busi­ness­men? School­boys? Stop look­ing at the tie, every­one. The tie is imma­ter­ial. Ahem.

    Imo­gen — Oh, that’s won­der­ful. Per­son­ally, I would also like a card which says “No, don’t expect me to look you in the eyes until we’ve known each other for at least eight­een months”.

    [I still have shivers about my pro­fessor with the strange taste in colour-clashing cravats and waist­coats, who would dab his per­spir­ing brow with a the­at­rical handker­chief as he did solo per­form­ances of all the roles in Res­tor­a­tion com­ed­ies and unfunny Com­media dell’Arte scenes. Oh, happy days.]

    An Unreliable Witness | 07.03.07, 22:32

    *giggles*
    If I had a pound for the amount of times I’d thought that.

    Rachel | 07.05.07, 17:44

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