Code Three Hundred and a Half!
Pat Roberston calls for the assasination of Hugo Chavez. Because he's spreading Islam and communism and dammit, we need to enforce the Monroe Doctrine! Plus, it's so much more cost-effective.
Okay. To get the taste out of your mouth from that, I present one of the funniest damn things I have ever read in any fandom: Star Trek: Door Repair Guy. There are no words for the brilliance of this thing, and I'm elated to discover that it's still archived somewhere on the 'Net. Seriously, even if you don't particularly like Star Trek, it's funny shit. And there's cribbage. ::nods::
So today I ended up spending my morning shopping with Mutti. We oggled kitchen appliences together, I bought jeans and legal pads, and then we went on a quest to find an Office Depot, where a Logitech optical mouse was only $20. This required driving to three different shopping centers, because neither of us could remember which sites were still open. We finally tracked down the one that used to be a Best Buy but closed because all the employees were stealing stuff; in celebration, we lunched at a nearby Pasta House. And I am now the proud owner of a sexy new wireless mouse.
I wanted to buy tank tops at Target, because they were on sale; unfortuantely, the ad neglected to say that these tank tops were of the "long and lean" variety. Since I am neither of those, they fit me like a sausage casing. -.- We also witnessed a small kerfluffle in the K-Mart parking lot, involving a guy parked in a handicapped space, a customer service employee and some discussion over a reciept. The guy was totally whaling on the employee, so I don't know why he needed handicapped parking. It was funny watching the other customer service people freak out, though. "Kermit to the customer Service Desk! Code Three Hundred and a Half!"
I've managed to cram just about everything I need to cram into my luggage, into my luggage. (Thanks to Douglas Adams for that syntax.) I need to do some grocery shopping, and my room is still a disaster area, but all in all I think I'm physically prepared to leave. Mentally, however... ::looks at the puppy and the kitty; wibbles::
Okay. To get the taste out of your mouth from that, I present one of the funniest damn things I have ever read in any fandom: Star Trek: Door Repair Guy. There are no words for the brilliance of this thing, and I'm elated to discover that it's still archived somewhere on the 'Net. Seriously, even if you don't particularly like Star Trek, it's funny shit. And there's cribbage. ::nods::
So today I ended up spending my morning shopping with Mutti. We oggled kitchen appliences together, I bought jeans and legal pads, and then we went on a quest to find an Office Depot, where a Logitech optical mouse was only $20. This required driving to three different shopping centers, because neither of us could remember which sites were still open. We finally tracked down the one that used to be a Best Buy but closed because all the employees were stealing stuff; in celebration, we lunched at a nearby Pasta House. And I am now the proud owner of a sexy new wireless mouse.
I wanted to buy tank tops at Target, because they were on sale; unfortuantely, the ad neglected to say that these tank tops were of the "long and lean" variety. Since I am neither of those, they fit me like a sausage casing. -.- We also witnessed a small kerfluffle in the K-Mart parking lot, involving a guy parked in a handicapped space, a customer service employee and some discussion over a reciept. The guy was totally whaling on the employee, so I don't know why he needed handicapped parking. It was funny watching the other customer service people freak out, though. "Kermit to the customer Service Desk! Code Three Hundred and a Half!"
I've managed to cram just about everything I need to cram into my luggage, into my luggage. (Thanks to Douglas Adams for that syntax.) I need to do some grocery shopping, and my room is still a disaster area, but all in all I think I'm physically prepared to leave. Mentally, however... ::looks at the puppy and the kitty; wibbles::