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thette inadvertently helped out in the ongoing mock battle of pseudo-ideology between me and the Wonder Twins Poser-Geek Super and Rev. Not-So-Nice Super. Jelly Babies would entirely possibly taste good with a nice coconut glaze.
I've had some questions about why the whole "You eat babies!" thing doesn't bother me. It's mostly because I know they don't really think I eat babies, and they get ragged on just as hard about assorted random crap by the rest of the bullpen. Lots of give-and-take, and I both give and take.
In other news, I came out of the bi-closet to Trendy Chick Super on Sunday. She is generally cool, but she called the workplace "homo", meaning "bad", and I asked her politely to not use that word in a negative sense. (Especially not in front of me.) She apologized, not having meant offense to me, and inquired as to why it offended me. I declined to answer in front of present company (Phone Call In Super and one of the male supervisors who hasn't got any notable distinct traits except for the broken back from the car wreck) but whispered something to her that she was able to decode in terms of a joke astrology sheet that had been going around. All was explained...
