a theory, with SCIENCE!~.

I postulate that the reason yesterday was so entirely sucky and bee-laden was because I'd put my panties on inside-out.

That's my theory and I'm sticking to it until proven otherwise.

What is your security clearance, citizen?

*ring ring*
Gladhanding Cold-caller Guy: "Hi, is this Public Access?"
Yours truly: . o O (this must be another idjit thinking we're a TV station) "This is Public Access Networks, yes..."
GCCG: *blither blither blither* "...business development, what exactly does your company do, there? Media technology or something?"
YT: "Well...does your company have security clearance?"
GCCG: "Have what? security?"
YT: "Security CLEARANCE. Like, for dealing with the government."
GCCG: *pause*. "Yes!"
YT: "We can't talk to anyone unless they have at least Zebra-class clearances."
GCCG: "Let me go check on that." *puts on hold*
YT: *hangs up*