The state of having nothing of common interest to discuss at the moment.
"What's up, good buddy?"
"Engasheed!"
In music post-production, the basic unit of horizontal note or beat shifting necessary to correct a timing error.
"Jenna, you're still about seven millipubes ahead of the snare, let's wrap up and we'll correct it it post."
Any array of virtual instruments composed and played back to accompany a marginal singer/songwriter trying to sound like a real band.
Yeah I heard that new bassist and drummer Joel got: The Annapolis Rhythm Section -- all MIDI!
Any member of a corporate cabal that would allot 30% over fair budget to uphold well-disproven principles behind a crisis the lesser amount would have remedied.
So let me get this right, instead of investing $10,000 a quarter into properly filling our vacancy the toxymorons are throwing $13,000 into more shifts for the existing staff.
Literally, monkey-spanking; by extension, any repetitive exercise bearing no foreseeable benefit to mankind.
How can we get anything done with all this primate discipline going on?
Absolutely, in a congratulatory sense; a French-influenced politically correct spelling of the street term.
Wow, you got backstage passes for the Doo-Wop Festival... Phuquinet!
A confluence of high volume, short staff, nuisance directives, errors, oversights, and otherwise avoidable chaos; in short, a clusterfuck.
Dr. Jess Dewett is making rounds, there are orders everywhere with no charts, and two nursing assistants are out sick. What a polycopula!