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Jenny, Ashley, Nikki, Trollers:
About the Madame Butterfly thing. I can put the money together, but only if I win the BMW Mercedes at the community raffle or work on a tuna boat for a year.
As I do not love any of you enough to 1) be stupid enough to do ANYTHING with that car, lest the IRS find me or 2) fucking fish for fucking tuna in the fucking Pacific.
Especially if I'm not the person eating it.
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Also, August caught up to me late this year. For those of you wondering WTF that means -- all two of you -- that's the reason I've been off for the past 1-1.5x month(s), with a remainder of leap frog.
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More nonsensically, I now have the hand weighty thing, That Which Shalt Not Stop Ticking, the nagahana and recycled tree pulp.
Now all I need is a dwarf with an Armorer skill of at least Journeyman-level.
Or one of those damned angels that keeps dancing on those bloody pins. Freeloaders.
Yes, I am ignoring my own hypocrisy. And I want a rassum frassum high-capacity high-durability USB 2.0-capable external hard drive already. With, like...Shock Resistance of the Titans cast (read: I made up a Magic: The Gathering card and intimated that it should be installed within the drive's chassis) upon it.
Furthermore, and this might actually be important...
...I still haven't read the last bloody Harry Potter book.
Terry Pratchett, yes. Janet Evanovich, yes. Frakkin' BattleStar Galactica, yes.
But Rowling's final desperate lunge at creating (I definitely did NOT snigger when I wrote that...I lie) an original (Neil Gaiman is SATAN, so all his ideas are free-game for whomsoever finds and mangles -- sorry, reinterprets -- it first).
This rant sounded less bitter in my head. Seems odd; don't feel bitter about too much -- except I want all your money and respiratory systems, but let's move past such pittances -- on this subject. More like amusement that the knock-off blew the original out of the water. Maybe a kind of understanding, having slammed into that wall repeatedly when I was writing.
*takes great pains to not actually say, "...in high school..." so as to maintain the illusion of grace
If you ask for the name of the series, I'll see to it that you pee on a worm, because I've forgotten it and am far too busy listening to music that I'm pretty sure isn't actually playing. Physically. Meaning I'm hallucinating it. Aurally.
Seriously. 'All Along the Watchtower' does not go well with either Millennium or Air. Shit. Not Air. Dragonball Z. My Little Pony. Ebaum's World. NOT AIR.
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Ah, the halcyon days of LSD...
FUCKING INSOMNIA! *vows to stick a finger up the nose of the next clergyman he sees to demonstrate his desire to seek out the one true justice, at any cost, no matter how many people I have to kill through one of the following: A) Incompetence, B) Laziness, C) Greed, D) Failure to Assassinate My Own Grandson When Presented With the Opportunity*
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Side-bar: Eiichiro Oda is the man. One of the most highly-rated/-watched shows in the history of his country's cinematic history...and it utterly condemns that self-same country.
Just like Survivor. Lost. Whatever the hell people watch these days in lieu of playing with th-...other...people..?
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Side-side-bar: The Precious.
About the Madame Butterfly thing. I can put the money together, but only if I win the BMW Mercedes at the community raffle or work on a tuna boat for a year.
As I do not love any of you enough to 1) be stupid enough to do ANYTHING with that car, lest the IRS find me or 2) fucking fish for fucking tuna in the fucking Pacific.
Especially if I'm not the person eating it.
---
Also, August caught up to me late this year. For those of you wondering WTF that means -- all two of you -- that's the reason I've been off for the past 1-1.5x month(s), with a remainder of leap frog.
--
More nonsensically, I now have the hand weighty thing, That Which Shalt Not Stop Ticking, the nagahana and recycled tree pulp.
Now all I need is a dwarf with an Armorer skill of at least Journeyman-level.
Or one of those damned angels that keeps dancing on those bloody pins. Freeloaders.
Yes, I am ignoring my own hypocrisy. And I want a rassum frassum high-capacity high-durability USB 2.0-capable external hard drive already. With, like...Shock Resistance of the Titans cast (read: I made up a Magic: The Gathering card and intimated that it should be installed within the drive's chassis) upon it.
Furthermore, and this might actually be important...
...I still haven't read the last bloody Harry Potter book.
Terry Pratchett, yes. Janet Evanovich, yes. Frakkin' BattleStar Galactica, yes.
But Rowling's final desperate lunge at creating (I definitely did NOT snigger when I wrote that...I lie) an original (Neil Gaiman is SATAN, so all his ideas are free-game for whomsoever finds and mangles -- sorry, reinterprets -- it first).
This rant sounded less bitter in my head. Seems odd; don't feel bitter about too much -- except I want all your money and respiratory systems, but let's move past such pittances -- on this subject. More like amusement that the knock-off blew the original out of the water. Maybe a kind of understanding, having slammed into that wall repeatedly when I was writing.
*takes great pains to not actually say, "...in high school..." so as to maintain the illusion of grace
If you ask for the name of the series, I'll see to it that you pee on a worm, because I've forgotten it and am far too busy listening to music that I'm pretty sure isn't actually playing. Physically. Meaning I'm hallucinating it. Aurally.
Seriously. 'All Along the Watchtower' does not go well with either Millennium or Air. Shit. Not Air. Dragonball Z. My Little Pony. Ebaum's World. NOT AIR.
--
Ah, the halcyon days of LSD...
FUCKING INSOMNIA! *vows to stick a finger up the nose of the next clergyman he sees to demonstrate his desire to seek out the one true justice, at any cost, no matter how many people I have to kill through one of the following: A) Incompetence, B) Laziness, C) Greed, D) Failure to Assassinate My Own Grandson When Presented With the Opportunity*
--
Side-bar: Eiichiro Oda is the man. One of the most highly-rated/-watched shows in the history of his country's cinematic history...and it utterly condemns that self-same country.
Just like Survivor. Lost. Whatever the hell people watch these days in lieu of playing with th-...other...people..?
--
Side-side-bar: The Precious.