sisabet | Law and Order Question

Okay - I forgot to ask this cause of the craptastic Friday night news - but I was talking to this person at work - a customer and this person was absolutely insane and so I went into my best soothing business tone voice up and until this customer basically asked me to commit a form of fraud and I wasn't able to really control my vocal tone which switched from business soothing to business-righteous and I used such words as "unethical" and "I cannot in good faith" and some other insurance term-y type stuff to suggest to the customer that what they were asking - while it makes a great storyline/plot point on "The Practice" is not something we can do in real life. I have a tendency to lecture if not stopped and I kinda went-there. For like thirty minutes. The customer now understands more about best claims practices than any person outside of the industry should. *I* didn't know I knew all of that until I was spouting it off.

The the customer then got all ass-kissy, possibly cause I had the moral high ground and told me that I sounded just like Sabrina on Law and Order and I thanked the customer cause that was a nice thing to say and I ended the call.

Is Sabrina Kate Lockley from Angel? Cause that would make me happy, even if the customer was lying.

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do you ever make any sense????

No, I don't. You should probably never read my journal again. I'm sure you have many more useful endeavors to occupy your time. At least I hope, cause if not? Awww. And also? Ewww.

nice try, but no cigarrini

i remain unscathed.

Why do you read my journal? I really don't understand what this is about . Your lack of punctuation and total disregard for capitalization of any kind makes me want to believe that I have probably never dated you in real-life so that this isn't personal in the least - but the fact of the matter is - I have dated some real bone-heads, so maybe this is payback for some slight. If so - I am not actually me - the girl you want is called

notsisabet and you should go make her pay for being such a bitch to you. See - it is ironic that notsisabet is the real sisabet. Me? I'm not real. Just a computer simulation.

If I (or rather notsisabet, since I do not exist outside of a computer matrix) haven't shit on you in real life, then why do you even care about my LJ/life/fannish activities? Seriously, I am very curious about your motivations.

It is true. I am, in fact, the real sisabet.

sisabet is not sisabet. I understand that this can be confusing to people such as yourself, Anonymous, who are functionally retarded.

I would also like to point out that

sisabet, who is not me, is logging the IP addresses of fuctionally retarded anonymous posters, who are you. And if

sisabet, who is not me, would post this information for me, I,

notsisabet, who is sisabet, would find you, Anonymous, who is functionally retarded.

I really love this thread.

Hey! Remember when you were five and the girl that lived across the street from your cousins came over the day you and Dawn were visiting? And she had *her* cousin with her and, since you were five and fairly stupid cause you are (again) five and extremely sheltered due to the way you were raised, you innocently and tactlessly asked why the girl from across the street's cousin talked all funny. And when the girl from across the street told you her cousin was retarded, you probably asked something stupid like what that meant or why or just - y'know - five year old dumbness. And whatever you asked set the retarded girl off (and she was big - bigger than Dawn and Dawn had basically set your standard of measurement for Kids That Can Beat the Crap Outta You) - so when she picked you up and started pounding you into the brick wall of your aunt's carport, you pretty much saw your life pass before your eyes. Since you were five, it was a short, but good, run. Most of your life focused around learning to roller skate and watching "Grease". There were also the lyrics to "Nine to Five" playing as a soundtrack as that apparently was the song that had moved your five year old heart the most. Also - your teeth (from where your head was hitting the wall) were rattling in time to the music. You might have cried. If it was from pain or the fact that you were gonna die and had only had your red swoosh Nikes for 2 weeks and that just was not enough time, who knows?

However - before you could bid adieu to this cold cruel world, the retarded girl was pulled off of you by Dawn, who proceeded to whale the shit outta her. Dawn may have beat the shit out of you at will since, well...your birth, but she was not about to share that right with anyone else. Not only were you impressed by this act of sisterly devotion, but you also appreciated the fact that the way this scene played out was Just Like a Movie.

It was only when you reached adulthood that you realized that the scene where Dawn beats up a retarded girl might not be the audience-pleaser thought it was. Also - you were almost in the second grade when you finally figured out that retarded meant developmentally/intelluctually delayed. Until then you just assumed it meant "mean."

I'm certain you can remember this. While I, being solely a cold machine, can only process it and wonder.

I could also give you the IP address and then you could locate this dude, but that would be a lot like Dawn swooping in to save you and while I know you appreciate circular things, I don't know if you need to expend your energy on aiding a computer program. Even if it is a computer program that loves you.

That was so beautiful, I'm weeping. You are the most eloquent and insightful computer simulation I've ever known.

I am so much better than that evil vapid whore, WMM - but Premiere intimidates me. It depends on what version of Premiere we are comparing me to - I am better than 6.0 but I hear Premiere Pro has real-time rendering and even I don't have that.

Premiere Pro is indeed a beautiful and lovely thing. But it still pales in comparison to you.

Wait, is this masturbation?

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