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GUESS MY PERSONALITY FROM MY USERPICS!
MY THREAD HERE
Okay so I am rereading my copy of Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. Which I have already read, mind. I love that book so much, and Moist von Lipwig is one of my favorite Discworld characters, I think.
And I totally, completely forgot that there was a picture of Moist -- in the Golden Suit, riding a horse -- a picture of Moist, on the cover of the book.
...
Moist had a talent. He'd also acquired a lot of skills so completely that they were second nature. He'd LEARNED to be personable, but something in his genetics made him unmemorable. He had the talent for not being noticed, for being a face in a crowd. People had difficulty describing him. He was . . . he was "about." He was about twenty, or about thirty. On Watch reports across the continent he was anywhere between, oh, about six feet two inches and five feet nine inches tall, hair all shades from mid-brown to blond, and his lack of distinguishing features included his entire face. He was about . . . average.
There is something very ironic about this.
ALSO, NOTES FROM WORK: Why, why, why would anyone in this world believe some chain letter they randomly received in their email? I'm sorry, old man, but since you seem to believe that it finally getting cold this winter means that "global warming is over," I don't think you're very well equipped to judge whether or not the random stranger who emailed you and probably countless others actually "proved the whole thing is a hoax," in your words.
Oh, chain letters -- fooling people who don't know what the fuck they're talking about since... well, a goddamn long time ago, I imagine.
I also had a very odd moment today. OKAY THERE IS THIS. NOTE. Behind the counter at work! Telling someone they needed to re-stock the Copenhagen chewing tobacco! Even though this was undoubtedly done long ago (it was there when I was hired weeks ago), it's still hanging up there! It's a very simple message and I never glanced at it twice before:
Matt, cope pouch need 18 rolls
Today, I looked at it, and for about five full seconds I could have sworn that damn thing said "pope couch."
I was very confused. And then I made a rather undignified laughing sound. I'm just glad no customers were around. 8|
ALSO, HOW DO CUSTOMERS MANAGE TO SPILL CAPPUCCINO BEHIND/BETWEEN AND UNDERNEATH THE CAPPUCCINO MACHINES? GODDAMN, MAN, STOP BEING SO TALENTED IN YOUR FAIL. I had to clean that shit by wrapping a wet towel around a ruler, I swear I'm not exaggerating. What baffles me is that pretty much none of it was within reach otherwise, so it's not like it just... crept back there. Argh, what.
I shall finish with two of my favorite conversations today; one requires context, the other never, ever shall because it's funnier without. 8)
So dad made/heated up dinner! It was ENCHILADAAAAS which means it was delicious, but at any rate! I went out into the kitchen and picked it up! ... He had, for some reason, cut it up for me! And left off the tomatoes, but I asked him to do that part because I don't like tomatoes much. We had the following simple conversation:
Dad: "... goddamn tomato bigot."
Me: "Too afraid to give me a knife."
Dad: "YES!"
I left the room cackling. |D That was pretty great.
ALSO, NEEDS NO CONTEXT:
poisontea: mutsumi is gonna get smacked, isn't he?
kuraism: like a red-headed step child who wont put out
poisontea: ... ouch
MY THREAD HERE
Okay so I am rereading my copy of Going Postal by Terry Pratchett. Which I have already read, mind. I love that book so much, and Moist von Lipwig is one of my favorite Discworld characters, I think.
And I totally, completely forgot that there was a picture of Moist -- in the Golden Suit, riding a horse -- a picture of Moist, on the cover of the book.
...
Moist had a talent. He'd also acquired a lot of skills so completely that they were second nature. He'd LEARNED to be personable, but something in his genetics made him unmemorable. He had the talent for not being noticed, for being a face in a crowd. People had difficulty describing him. He was . . . he was "about." He was about twenty, or about thirty. On Watch reports across the continent he was anywhere between, oh, about six feet two inches and five feet nine inches tall, hair all shades from mid-brown to blond, and his lack of distinguishing features included his entire face. He was about . . . average.
There is something very ironic about this.
ALSO, NOTES FROM WORK: Why, why, why would anyone in this world believe some chain letter they randomly received in their email? I'm sorry, old man, but since you seem to believe that it finally getting cold this winter means that "global warming is over," I don't think you're very well equipped to judge whether or not the random stranger who emailed you and probably countless others actually "proved the whole thing is a hoax," in your words.
Oh, chain letters -- fooling people who don't know what the fuck they're talking about since... well, a goddamn long time ago, I imagine.
I also had a very odd moment today. OKAY THERE IS THIS. NOTE. Behind the counter at work! Telling someone they needed to re-stock the Copenhagen chewing tobacco! Even though this was undoubtedly done long ago (it was there when I was hired weeks ago), it's still hanging up there! It's a very simple message and I never glanced at it twice before:
Matt, cope pouch need 18 rolls
Today, I looked at it, and for about five full seconds I could have sworn that damn thing said "pope couch."
I was very confused. And then I made a rather undignified laughing sound. I'm just glad no customers were around. 8|
ALSO, HOW DO CUSTOMERS MANAGE TO SPILL CAPPUCCINO BEHIND/BETWEEN AND UNDERNEATH THE CAPPUCCINO MACHINES? GODDAMN, MAN, STOP BEING SO TALENTED IN YOUR FAIL. I had to clean that shit by wrapping a wet towel around a ruler, I swear I'm not exaggerating. What baffles me is that pretty much none of it was within reach otherwise, so it's not like it just... crept back there. Argh, what.
I shall finish with two of my favorite conversations today; one requires context, the other never, ever shall because it's funnier without. 8)
So dad made/heated up dinner! It was ENCHILADAAAAS which means it was delicious, but at any rate! I went out into the kitchen and picked it up! ... He had, for some reason, cut it up for me! And left off the tomatoes, but I asked him to do that part because I don't like tomatoes much. We had the following simple conversation:
Dad: "... goddamn tomato bigot."
Me: "Too afraid to give me a knife."
Dad: "YES!"
I left the room cackling. |D That was pretty great.
ALSO, NEEDS NO CONTEXT:
poisontea: mutsumi is gonna get smacked, isn't he?
kuraism: like a red-headed step child who wont put out
poisontea: ... ouch