Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday eslington!

May your day be filled with scantily clad catgirls and catboys.

RAAAAAAGE!

The guy up in the lab completely didn't read the email I sent him about printing my poster. He just assumed it was one of my fellow graduate student's poster. So not only did he set it to print on the wrong paper (meaning I can't make notes on it like I wanted to), he also set it to the wrong size and the wrong print quality. So now it's not only compressed, but the ink is smeared all over the glossy paper I didn't want him to use.

Then, he had the nerve to say "I don't understand why you didn't make the poster in Power Point." BECAUSE IT'S A SHITTY PIECE OF SOFTWARE THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE USED TO MAKE POSTERS YOU JACK ASS.

SON OF A BITCH.

Well, that certainly improved my mood

After the complete fail of this morning, I just had something happen that sent me into hysterical giggles. While working on digitizing some imagery for a project that has recently risen from the dead, I'm also doing some research on invitation etiquette during the Victorian era for a story I'm thinking of writing.

Of course, the big etiquette event during this period was weddings. It seems like everything has some sort of etiquette attached to it. I was scrolling through when somethign caught my eye.

Gentlemen's Dress
DAY WEDDINGS

Groom and best man, Prince Albert or cutaway coat, light trousers, black vest. Ushers, same coat and vest, dark trousers.

The emphasis is mine, because, while they were talking about this when saying "Prince Albert," my mind hit upon a slightly different meaning. (NSFW WARNING)

I have to admit, I'm still laughing. I have the sense of humor of a 13 year old.