Wheee!!!
This is cool, although I definitely haven't been to the far northern reaches of Canada.
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Running Friday Night Movie Guys was extra fun tonight. Things were going well until we opened Road to Perdition, our third and last movie, and found that the DVD was literally almost cracked in half! Ummm... Quality control? Hello Netflix? Last week American History X started wigging out half way through, and despite Greg's best efforts to clean off the disk, we couldn't get it working, so we had to skip ahead to the next chapter and just tell the audience about what they'd missed. That obviously wasn't going to work with Road to Perdition, although I have always wanted to play a Tom Hanks role. I think I can look the part. Maybe with just a bit more facial hair (compared to the none I have now). Anyway, we didn't have a plan B, so we made one up on the spot. I biked back to my room as fast as I could to get another copy of the movie, my laptop, and the necessary power cables, which involved the always joyful task of tugging my 11-ton desk with an open-topped fish tank on it away from the wall so I could crawl under my bed and unplug the power cords behind the desk. Once I finally had everything in tow, I biked back across campus as fast as I could, but this was during the peak of Linde Dorm's Lingerie Party, and I kept running into big groups of people I've never seen at Mudd before, the girls in bikinis and the guys in boxers, who were just intoxicated enough to yell insults at me for riding a bike so fast around their meandering group, and then try to run me off the cement path. Rarely do I ever encounter people so rude at Mudd. Once they were 100 yards behind me it occurred to me that I should have yelled, "F**k off, dickwads!" at them, but alas it was too late. Near Hoch-Shanahan, Mudd was doing more of its excessive late-night watering, the sprinklers were going full blast, soaking the sidewalk as much as the grass, and I had to ride through one of them just to get by. Probably not the best thing for my computer... But I finally made it to Beckman, and Road to Perdition was up and running in no time. All that's left to do now it see if I can use my angry-letter-writing skills to persuade Netflix to give us some material compensation for their repeated shoddy service.
create your own visited countries map
or vertaling Duits Nederlands
Running Friday Night Movie Guys was extra fun tonight. Things were going well until we opened Road to Perdition, our third and last movie, and found that the DVD was literally almost cracked in half! Ummm... Quality control? Hello Netflix? Last week American History X started wigging out half way through, and despite Greg's best efforts to clean off the disk, we couldn't get it working, so we had to skip ahead to the next chapter and just tell the audience about what they'd missed. That obviously wasn't going to work with Road to Perdition, although I have always wanted to play a Tom Hanks role. I think I can look the part. Maybe with just a bit more facial hair (compared to the none I have now). Anyway, we didn't have a plan B, so we made one up on the spot. I biked back to my room as fast as I could to get another copy of the movie, my laptop, and the necessary power cables, which involved the always joyful task of tugging my 11-ton desk with an open-topped fish tank on it away from the wall so I could crawl under my bed and unplug the power cords behind the desk. Once I finally had everything in tow, I biked back across campus as fast as I could, but this was during the peak of Linde Dorm's Lingerie Party, and I kept running into big groups of people I've never seen at Mudd before, the girls in bikinis and the guys in boxers, who were just intoxicated enough to yell insults at me for riding a bike so fast around their meandering group, and then try to run me off the cement path. Rarely do I ever encounter people so rude at Mudd. Once they were 100 yards behind me it occurred to me that I should have yelled, "F**k off, dickwads!" at them, but alas it was too late. Near Hoch-Shanahan, Mudd was doing more of its excessive late-night watering, the sprinklers were going full blast, soaking the sidewalk as much as the grass, and I had to ride through one of them just to get by. Probably not the best thing for my computer... But I finally made it to Beckman, and Road to Perdition was up and running in no time. All that's left to do now it see if I can use my angry-letter-writing skills to persuade Netflix to give us some material compensation for their repeated shoddy service.