Although life was designed by an all-powerful creator, he is in reality pretty dumb and
not very good at it.
I can definitely agree with this theory. What kind of dude would make his creations so fiercely susceptible to alcohol?
I had quite a wild time at ritual yesterday. Jo, Erin and Tavis were there, as well as a friend of Tavis’ who, according to his blog, is named Noel. “Like Christmas.” That’s pretty much all I remember from the conversation we had.
The day was pretty crazy. I’d had three assignments due, so there was a lot of stress to be worked out. By the end I was so intoxicated that I almost left ritual with someone else’s GPA. Oops. I eventually crashed at Erin’s place, waking up at 6 o’clock not knowing if it was day or night, and hoping I’d remembered to pick up my backpack at EngSoc. Slept again until around 9:30, when I was pretty certain it was morning. Walked home with cold fish & chips and no glasses or contacts, and managed to avoid being hit by motorized vehicles.
Surprisingly, after all that I am still hangover-free. That’s one good thing I got from the Fritz side of the family; we Fritzens may be lightweight, but we can drink that weight and get away with it the next morning. Thanks, grampa Martin!
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It’s a toss-up between the Gorillaz or Kiss dolls. Who knew either of them went in for niche Russian merchandising?
OMG Lyrics!
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me
Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell!
Dark.
So Kelly told me that on the way to Erin’s house, Jo had mentioned that I “had something to tell her.” Mysterious.
I honestly have no idea what I was supposed to say, and it’s bugging the hell outta me.
UPDATE, 8:38 PM:
Jo: I think I remember what happened. I think you were saying something but it was hard to hear, so I suggested that you tell her later. I don’t think it was anything important. I’ll keep thinking on it, but I really don’t think it was a big deal.
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In my haste to waste time, and then my subsequent haste to make use of what time I had not wasted, I entirely forgot to send out a M*A*S*H birthday greeting to the person who began my desire to send out M*A*S*H birthday greetings.
DREAMBOAT ALAN ALDA!
Can you believe it? For me to forget Hawkeye’s birthday, why, that’s… that’s heinous. At least I can take comfort in the fact that I remembered Donald Sutherland’s birthday. But only slightly.
Alan, happy belated birthday. *weeps with shame*
Some interesting Alan Alda trivia:
- Had a bad case of polio as a child.
- Is the only person ever to win an Emmy for acting, writing, and directing.
- Once did a cartwheel down the aisle while on his way to accept an award that he had just won.
- Has three daughters: Elizabeth, Beatrica, and EVE.
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Here’s the latest news on exploding gajungas:
Medics have warned that Jordan’s breasts could explode if leeches get to suck them in the jungle.
“I dread to think what would happen if her breasts started swelling. There is a danger they might explode.”
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I haven’t done any work all day, unless you count “printing out my Planets & Life notes and not reading them” as work. I’m downloading comics via BitTorrent right now. Then I will go to Golden Words. Then I will shop for food. Rising crust pizzas are $4.99 at Atlantic & Pacific Tea! Awesome.
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Robert ParkeHarrison’s The Architect’s Brother reminds me of Wild Wild West. Except it’s good. Now that’s a head trip.
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Never.
I have lost track of the number of times it has broken down. I had to take it back to the manufacturer twice to have it replaced or repaired, and I had to call Sony another 3 or 4 times (at least) on top of that for troubleshooting, aka telling me to do what I’ve done already and then giving up. Now it’s broken down again, and this time I’m going to have to take it back another time. I DO NOT want to trek out to Futureshop in this weather. I’m going to have to go without it for 3 weeks, yet again. That’s the fourth time I’ve had to do so.
NEVER buy a Cli‚.
Inothernews, I finally took a look at this Cthulu Chick Tract. It’s quite good; by Howard Hallis, the same guy who did the PICTURE OF EVERYTHING.
What’s that? You want some Can lyrics?
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