Stake-Out oo2 | [Video]
Okay, seriously, who is actually in charge here, and please no one say it's the mice again, because honestly, are you listening to yourselves? They would have to be giant demonic mice, and--
They're not, right?
Whatever, I'm getting distracted, I can kill--erm. Extermi--uh. DEAL with giant, demonic mice if that's actually the case (not that anyone would ever want that to be the case). That is not the weird sitch here, which, wow, here I thought it couldn't get weirder.
One: Someone needs to seriously change the term "Pool Girl," because that was not the month I signed up for. The tan was nice, but there are so many lacking connotations, okay? Pool Girl sounds like a spokesmodel, or the girl who stands around with the towel, being hired to look nice. I can do "nice," okay, and this was not it. Why is it really so much to ask to stand around a pool for a month and look good doing it? I swear, people in Beverley actually did that. That is totally a job, it has to be. You know, for rich people who want to pretend they're in public? Now if they wanted a pool chore girl, why can't we just wiggle the extra word in there and smush the title together?
Two: The computer system on this ship, aircraft, evil alternate dimension thing, seriously wigs me out. Is there something living in the computer? It's not unheard of, but I am so not geek-savvy enough to figure that out. Do I look like a techno-pagan? No. I look like Buffy. The Va--. Just Buffy. All I wanted was a room upgrade, and I am not, like, super illiterate. I can read. I just get bored when it's with history and American-Spanish Civil Wars or something. Paperwork is boring, but easy-peasy, right?
Can someone explain to me why I'm supposed to be living in a bookstore? Because, wow, not my childhood fantasy. Now, if we could find me a Neiman Marcus...
Anyway, whatever. This system is super buggy, as in not actual bugs, just weird. I can't be the only one seeing that, right?
They're not, right?
Whatever, I'm getting distracted, I can kill--erm. Extermi--uh. DEAL with giant, demonic mice if that's actually the case (not that anyone would ever want that to be the case). That is not the weird sitch here, which, wow, here I thought it couldn't get weirder.
One: Someone needs to seriously change the term "Pool Girl," because that was not the month I signed up for. The tan was nice, but there are so many lacking connotations, okay? Pool Girl sounds like a spokesmodel, or the girl who stands around with the towel, being hired to look nice. I can do "nice," okay, and this was not it. Why is it really so much to ask to stand around a pool for a month and look good doing it? I swear, people in Beverley actually did that. That is totally a job, it has to be. You know, for rich people who want to pretend they're in public? Now if they wanted a pool chore girl, why can't we just wiggle the extra word in there and smush the title together?
Two: The computer system on this ship, aircraft, evil alternate dimension thing, seriously wigs me out. Is there something living in the computer? It's not unheard of, but I am so not geek-savvy enough to figure that out. Do I look like a techno-pagan? No. I look like Buffy. The Va--. Just Buffy. All I wanted was a room upgrade, and I am not, like, super illiterate. I can read. I just get bored when it's with history and American-Spanish Civil Wars or something. Paperwork is boring, but easy-peasy, right?
Can someone explain to me why I'm supposed to be living in a bookstore? Because, wow, not my childhood fantasy. Now, if we could find me a Neiman Marcus...
Anyway, whatever. This system is super buggy, as in not actual bugs, just weird. I can't be the only one seeing that, right?