i met maddness at work. i called the in-house repair que and got him. i was singing a bit as he worked. we started talking about music and the Floyd and got into a match about who was the biggest Floyd fan .... 'I'm their biggest fan.' 'No, *I* am.' on and on:
madd: i wear a pink floyd t-shirt every day
L: so what, and besides you must stink
madd: i have many floyd shirts blah blah blah
L: again, so what? that means nothing
madd: ask me anything about them, i know it all.
L: that still means nothing because Gilmour is my boyfriend
madd: he can't be a very good boyfriend, because HE'S MY HUSBAND.
and thus began many work IM's that earned supervisor reprimands for me more than once. (in the spring of last year Satan (the Q) cut me loose)
the only thing i've left out is Madd's extended period of servitude as my personal beeeetch. but for his sake, i'm not talking.
{i've been very wordy today and i promise to try and keep that under control}