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Did I mention that the Pingbox I embedded in the last post is private?
Yes, just like a normal IM, we can talk about all the other people on my flist and they'll never know. Fuck, that's wicked. If you get one, you can gossip about me. Not that there's much to talk about. I haven't been active online for a while. It's been so long between LJ posts that I've entered the 'who gives a shit' zone when I do post cause I fell off the radar. I don't think it's as bad as when men enter the 'friend zone' and therefore can never get laid, but it still sort of smells and I keep sniffing my armpits to see if I'm rancid. I have the feeling that if I don't post Lucius art soon, I might as well hang it up for good around here and start posting about my cat or figure out how I can describe a five alarm fire as if I'm discussing a local knitting club's latest bobble knit tea cozy designs.
Wait.
I have posted about my cat.
Well shit, there goes that ball game.
And yes, I knew someone who really COULD describe (and did) a nearby fire and make it sound about as exciting as the color of their latest bowel movement and I know folks that can make their daily stool into an awe-inspiring headliner.
As for news, I'm working part time now at my own church (Scientology) and it's something I haven't done since 2001 or so, so I'm getting back in the groove. Since I don't go in Saturday that often, I miss the anon crowd but everyone likes it when they turn out because we get in catering and Starbucks and they get to eat the sweat-soaked skin cell detrius from their masks. You tell me which sounds nicer.
Beth is nearly out of school, turned in her baritone, some of her books and got back a mysterious bundle of something that smelled like rags marinated in camel piss after a hearty attempt to first turn it into lutefisk. It turned out to be her gym clothes. Somehow these beauties didn't make it into the general wash cycle over the past few weeks and may have spent weekends roaming the quiet halls of her school searching for lingering students and/or cookie crumbs from the Friday cookie sales. I have to wonder. If she's turned in nearly everything by now, what the hell is making her backpack weigh about 58 pounds? I'm afraid to look. Did the gym clothes spawn and she's too embarrassed to admit it? Have new life forms mutated in her pencil pouch? What is feeding off her science notes from last October?
And completely off topic, Clearwire sucks.
Who here has gone into a Best Buy or listened to their ads and been tempted by cheap high speed? I know we were. The budget being what it is, we ditched Comcast a couple months back with the promise we'd still be friends while Clearwire flexed and oiled up, tanned skin aglow, in the background, waiting for his chance to score. But the tan was a spray on, the glow Crisco and the muscles plumped with watered steroids. In the sack, it was pathetic. It has the worse case of erectile dysfunction and no matter how I stroke it, it won't perform as promised. And I'm married to this limp dicked cretin for 2 years. I can see why the prenup. Any girl would kick this wimp to the curb within days otherwise. And the other day a Comcast rep came to the door. I begged him to take me back and promised that if he took Clearwire out, I'd make sure he had an airtight alibi. It would be so easy. Hell, if my neighbor farts, my signal heads south. How hard would it be to stage a gastronomic earthquake at the right time and place? But I think Comcast is butthurt enough to let me stew in my own juices for a while longer. Bastard. I want my robust and manly connection back! *sob* Oh studmuffin, wait for me! I'll never forget you!
*sniff*
In other, other news, did you guys know Tonner is making their own Lucius doll? I understand it'll have rooted hair and if they put real cloth clothes on it, I'd be ever so happy. Of course they have to get the Jason Isaacs likeness right so I don't wind up with Don Knotts in a blond wig. Here's hoping!
Yes, just like a normal IM, we can talk about all the other people on my flist and they'll never know. Fuck, that's wicked. If you get one, you can gossip about me. Not that there's much to talk about. I haven't been active online for a while. It's been so long between LJ posts that I've entered the 'who gives a shit' zone when I do post cause I fell off the radar. I don't think it's as bad as when men enter the 'friend zone' and therefore can never get laid, but it still sort of smells and I keep sniffing my armpits to see if I'm rancid. I have the feeling that if I don't post Lucius art soon, I might as well hang it up for good around here and start posting about my cat or figure out how I can describe a five alarm fire as if I'm discussing a local knitting club's latest bobble knit tea cozy designs.
Wait.
I have posted about my cat.
Well shit, there goes that ball game.
And yes, I knew someone who really COULD describe (and did) a nearby fire and make it sound about as exciting as the color of their latest bowel movement and I know folks that can make their daily stool into an awe-inspiring headliner.
As for news, I'm working part time now at my own church (Scientology) and it's something I haven't done since 2001 or so, so I'm getting back in the groove. Since I don't go in Saturday that often, I miss the anon crowd but everyone likes it when they turn out because we get in catering and Starbucks and they get to eat the sweat-soaked skin cell detrius from their masks. You tell me which sounds nicer.
Beth is nearly out of school, turned in her baritone, some of her books and got back a mysterious bundle of something that smelled like rags marinated in camel piss after a hearty attempt to first turn it into lutefisk. It turned out to be her gym clothes. Somehow these beauties didn't make it into the general wash cycle over the past few weeks and may have spent weekends roaming the quiet halls of her school searching for lingering students and/or cookie crumbs from the Friday cookie sales. I have to wonder. If she's turned in nearly everything by now, what the hell is making her backpack weigh about 58 pounds? I'm afraid to look. Did the gym clothes spawn and she's too embarrassed to admit it? Have new life forms mutated in her pencil pouch? What is feeding off her science notes from last October?
And completely off topic, Clearwire sucks.
Who here has gone into a Best Buy or listened to their ads and been tempted by cheap high speed? I know we were. The budget being what it is, we ditched Comcast a couple months back with the promise we'd still be friends while Clearwire flexed and oiled up, tanned skin aglow, in the background, waiting for his chance to score. But the tan was a spray on, the glow Crisco and the muscles plumped with watered steroids. In the sack, it was pathetic. It has the worse case of erectile dysfunction and no matter how I stroke it, it won't perform as promised. And I'm married to this limp dicked cretin for 2 years. I can see why the prenup. Any girl would kick this wimp to the curb within days otherwise. And the other day a Comcast rep came to the door. I begged him to take me back and promised that if he took Clearwire out, I'd make sure he had an airtight alibi. It would be so easy. Hell, if my neighbor farts, my signal heads south. How hard would it be to stage a gastronomic earthquake at the right time and place? But I think Comcast is butthurt enough to let me stew in my own juices for a while longer. Bastard. I want my robust and manly connection back! *sob* Oh studmuffin, wait for me! I'll never forget you!
*sniff*
In other, other news, did you guys know Tonner is making their own Lucius doll? I understand it'll have rooted hair and if they put real cloth clothes on it, I'd be ever so happy. Of course they have to get the Jason Isaacs likeness right so I don't wind up with Don Knotts in a blond wig. Here's hoping!