September 15, 2004
As I get home from school:
Mama: You were caught in a porn ring?...
Me: No, pouring rain.
Mama: ... So soon in the week?
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In my first day at work, I found a fellow anime freak, watched a bitch-fight between two managers, was told a dirty joke, watched my boss hand someone's keys from the ceiling, was kicked in the knee, and got flowers.*
...my God this job is freakin' sweet.
I want to watch cleaned up versions of the original SW. I don't need extra scenes and new CG. Man, this is like complaining that your ex wears too much make up and shouldn't have gotten the boob job. ><
gamera_spinning writes, "Had an odd dream. I don't remember a whole lot of it, but I distinctly recall seeing the end of the book Anna Karenina. Just after the title character flings herself in front of the train and goes splat, somebody pipes up with 'Pardon me boy, is that the Chatanooga choo-choo.' It turned into a musical from that point on."
I have a hard time finding ANYTHING intelligently written about this topic. No matter what party lines you fall on, read it.
Some of you may be new to this school, or have finally moved away from the dorms and have become a new breed of commuters. Pat yourself on the back. As someone who has more experience than you, I feel it's my responsibility to show how to survive while driving around campus.
-There is no such thing as a four-way stop. At best they are all eight-way stops, making an unholy octagonal death trap. Let me say it right here and now, the normal rules of the road do not apply at these things. It's the law of the jungle.
The entire thing is absolutely hysterical.
cerulgalactus on Gmail:
Im glad you think that I am so popular, Im actually rather flattered. Bu, really, I dont know that many people, and I know even less who dont presently have a gmail account. So, for the love of all that is good and holy - please dont send me any more invites.
(Of course, if you have Gmail invites that you want to be rid of, the place to send them to is the Gmail invite spooler.)
My coworker insists on wearing a cologne which can best be described as Eau de Cheap Ho. Well, not wearing it, so much as marinating in it overnight. The fumes in the hallway are very nearly smoglike. In the right light, distant mirages form in the shimmering air. There appears to be an oasis down near the Engineering Department.
yes_justice: [...] LGF comments section advocates destroying Berkeley (& the bay area) with nuclear devices. Its all supposed to be funny, see...they are selling bumper stickers that read "Nuke Berkeley". [...]
mountain_hiker: Nucular devices would work better. ;)
yes_justice: Definate nucular situation!
sabotabby: I think you're misunderestimating the power of our nucular devices, hippie.
yes_justice: Definate hippie misunderestimation on my part, miss...
So, while standing around at work today, I thought of something I should do.
There's a sign on the mall entrance that proclaims:
Shirt and Shoes Required
I figure it would look much better as:
Shirt and Shoes Require
--He who knows, knows nothing. He who knows he knows, knows something. He who knows he knows nothing, knows everything.--
Sober Prophet of Eris
~thestripedone as posted in _sacred_chao_
Terrible, terrible urge to write about an angelic battlefield, 'cause out there you don't so much hear the clashing of swords and shields as you hear the SINGING. It's the singing that really does the damage. Any given member of Uriel's seraphim choir can shatter a mortal with the right note. (Shattering another angelic is a different story; it takes a lot more power and a lot more energy and the lesser seraphim can't do it by themselves.) Uriel's choir doubles as a message of love to god, and a seriously badass fighting unit when they're needed. (Which, really, how better to say "you're awesome, Jesus!" than making some Fallen angel's head explode by singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb"?!)
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I've discovered a new and amazing skill of mine: I can render Dory's Squishy speech from Finding Nemo into Croatian! Look:
"Zovem ga Squishy ali on ću biti moj Squishy. Ovdje, Squishy! Dođi ovdje!..."
See? See? AHA! The crowning achievement of my life is that I can do Dory-speak in Croatian. Go me!
The original speech runs: "I shall call him Squishy and he shall be my Squishy. Here, Squishy! Come here!"
Livejournal how do
I hate your not updating
You suck monkey balls
Trashcan: *snickers to self* "Yeah, right, I'm not falling for that crap."
Me: "Oh, come on... the list says you're here, where aaaare youuuuu?"
Trashcan: *eerily echoing around the trailer* "I am here, but I'm not telling you where..." *evil laughter*
Me: "Well, we can play a game... Marco?"
Me: "This isn't fair. I give up." *steps out of trailer, goes to close door* *spys box, stating, "12L S.S. Wastebasket"*
It's called On-and-on-anon.