Academites will not be surprised to learn that I've misplaced my id. The card, that is.

( An honest to god real-world update, cut to spare others the trauma )

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Brennin: "God, I am so bad, mixing up Anthony Hopkins and Antonio Banderas!"
Me: "Can you imagine Antonio Banderas as Hannibal Lector?"
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"'ello, Clarrrrrice..."

The non-truncated version of my Wednesday night travels. Don't read them. Seriously. Don't.

( I'm not warning you again... )

The Journal of Dr. John Seward:
19 July

As we entered that (morbid adjective) chamber, our noses were assaulted by the charnal odor of the beast's (noun). The place was dark as (a name for Hell), and the ground beneath us (any satisfying onomatopoetic verb ending with -ed) with the grim remnants of the creature's (plural noun As one, we ( Read more... )

While every other aspect of my life could use some work, I'm quite pleased with the refrigerator.

"Where are you on the universal scale of happiness, from one to ten?" = "How many Scotsmen have you?"

Use this phrase in an everyday dialogue:

"So, Susie, how many Scotsmen have you?"
"Nary a one."
"I'm so sorry! Let me give you a hug!"

OR

"Susie, how many Scotsmen have you?"
"Ten!"
"You saucy wench!"

Translation en castillano:
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Why can't I talk like a literate pirate? I'm Henry Morgan, damn it!

...so roommmate.......gotten any mail lately?

Yesterday was a brilliant montage of light tricks and special effects, the result of God's crazy support crew staying up late waching Terry Gilliam movies. For some time after the big rainstorm all was flashback yellow, then at night when I was walking home from geek-club showing of '12 Monkeys', the moon was white and harvesty and lighting up the ( Read more... )