NO subject.
That was close!
SO I got out of eating three quadruple BK Stackers yesterday.
John took pity on me.
I'm a fucking geek, nerd, dork etc... and I'm absolutely fine with it.
All through high school and into adulthood. Fuck it. I'm cool.
So anyway, in an obscene show of superior dork and geekhood, yesterday was a fine example of our social superiority.
Here we sat, at our cubicles, discussing cosmic events and arc seconds and all that crap.
I busted out with some Star Wars trivia as I often do here at work.
In Star Wars Episode IV, Han Solo brags about the Millenium Falcon.
I said to my co-workders,"He brags about making the "something" run in so many parsecs." I informed them that parsecs are a unit of distance, not time. All acquiesced.
So then the conversation turned back to what Han said. "I can't remember what he was talking about."
Then Ryan, the new guy, turned and said, "It was the Kessel run."
John and I turned to eachother in astonishment. Anyone that can retain that kind of sci fi knowledge is a great man.
We whole heartedly accepted him into the Foundation of Supreme Geek Knights of the Rhombus Table.
I enjoy work sometimes.
And Sarah...
Can YOU name Luke Skywalker's friends who he eventually met up with from the Academy?
Well she can.
This conversation happened a while ago. Jason was involved as well.
Ah, Wedge.
Since when did it become "cool" to be stupid? It's everywhere here at work!
We get the ugliest looks when we use words with more than 3 syllables. Like WE'RE the fucking retards. Ugh...
So anyway...
Here's that lyrics game that Dave PFJUNKIE did. It looked fun.
Song game!
Open your music player and set it to shuffle. Write down the first line of lyrics from each of the first 25 songs that come up. (Skip any instrumental pieces.) Let people guess, and then underline or strike out songs as they are correctly identified. Remember, no cheating! Don't Google the lyrics.
(music player on my phone)
I'll skip the really obscure stuff because then the game just won't be any fun.
1. And this I know, his teeth are white as snow.
What a gas it was to see him
walk her everyday into a shady place.
With her lips she said...
"Hey Paul hey Paul hey Paul let's have a ball
2.
3. Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
4. Well it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd til the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
5. talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, OK?
6. I'm outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
7.I don't know what colour your eyes are, baby
But your hair is long and brown
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long
And you don't come from this town
8. I'm t
Oh screw it... I'm done.
SO I got out of eating three quadruple BK Stackers yesterday.
John took pity on me.
I'm a fucking geek, nerd, dork etc... and I'm absolutely fine with it.
All through high school and into adulthood. Fuck it. I'm cool.
So anyway, in an obscene show of superior dork and geekhood, yesterday was a fine example of our social superiority.
Here we sat, at our cubicles, discussing cosmic events and arc seconds and all that crap.
I busted out with some Star Wars trivia as I often do here at work.
In Star Wars Episode IV, Han Solo brags about the Millenium Falcon.
I said to my co-workders,"He brags about making the "something" run in so many parsecs." I informed them that parsecs are a unit of distance, not time. All acquiesced.
So then the conversation turned back to what Han said. "I can't remember what he was talking about."
Then Ryan, the new guy, turned and said, "It was the Kessel run."
John and I turned to eachother in astonishment. Anyone that can retain that kind of sci fi knowledge is a great man.
We whole heartedly accepted him into the Foundation of Supreme Geek Knights of the Rhombus Table.
I enjoy work sometimes.
And Sarah...
Can YOU name Luke Skywalker's friends who he eventually met up with from the Academy?
Well she can.
This conversation happened a while ago. Jason was involved as well.
Ah, Wedge.
Since when did it become "cool" to be stupid? It's everywhere here at work!
We get the ugliest looks when we use words with more than 3 syllables. Like WE'RE the fucking retards. Ugh...
So anyway...
Here's that lyrics game that Dave PFJUNKIE did. It looked fun.
Song game!
Open your music player and set it to shuffle. Write down the first line of lyrics from each of the first 25 songs that come up. (Skip any instrumental pieces.) Let people guess, and then underline or strike out songs as they are correctly identified. Remember, no cheating! Don't Google the lyrics.
(music player on my phone)
I'll skip the really obscure stuff because then the game just won't be any fun.
1. And this I know, his teeth are white as snow.
What a gas it was to see him
walk her everyday into a shady place.
With her lips she said...
"Hey Paul hey Paul hey Paul let's have a ball
2.
3. Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving me everything inside and out and
Love's strange so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on
4. Well it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on
I move the crowd til the break of break of dawn
Can't rock the house without the party people
Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal
There's no better or worse between you and me
But I rock the mic so viciously
5. talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, OK?
6. I'm outta luck, outta love
Gotta photograph, picture of
Passion killer, you're too much
You're the only one I wanna touch
I see your face every time I dream
On every page, every magazine
So wild so free so far from me
You're all I want, my fantasy
7.I don't know what colour your eyes are, baby
But your hair is long and brown
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long
And you don't come from this town
8. I'm t
Oh screw it... I'm done.