Random notices #2

By god.

What a tie.

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

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.

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…

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.

I would like a thousand, please.

I quite like the tie.

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

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!]

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.]

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