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| Monday, November 30th, 2009 | | 9:41 am |
Dear Safari Web Browser. You know, you used to be something special. That thing where I can stick a folder of bookmarks into the bookmarks bar and have all the bookmarks open in tabs? That's awesome. Awesome sqaured, even. However, your behavior as of late has become unacceptable. Not only have you slowed down, but now you have begun to stall on websites and without any explanation as to why. If there is some sort of conflict with the website's code, that's fine, but there is nothing I can do if your only response is to give me the spinny shiny disc and lock up so I can't even close the page. In short, either knock it off or give me an explanation or I swear to God, YOUR ASS IS GOING INTO THE TRASH AND I'M HITTING EMPTY! Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | Sunday, November 29th, 2009 | | 2:35 pm |
Ah, Bulgaria
So, get this. Luchezar Filipov, the Deputy Head of Bulgaria's space institute states that the agency has been in contact with aliens.. Stunning, right? It gets better. The aliens, who communicate through telepathy, are friendly, but do object to some of our unnatural activities, such as artifical insemmination and cosmetics. Well in some respects, I agree with them. Now, before you think that ol'Flipov has gone around the bend, there's also a row going on about whether or not the agency itself should be closed down. Draw your own conclusions. I'm just going to smirk and remember that scene from that Red Dwarf episode. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 8:47 am |
Brain Spew
"That's a nice dresser." "Thanks. One of my grandfathers made it." "Grandfathers?" "Yeah. Grandma . . . she really liked men." Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | Saturday, November 28th, 2009 | | 1:23 pm |
| | Friday, November 27th, 2009 | | 11:08 pm |
*headdesk*
So while sorting out Math Homework (Homework! On thanksgiving weekend! Bleah!) so I can prioritze and then get it done when I find a copy of the third Math Assignment and the paperwork for the class project is no where to be found. *thought process* I'm sure I handed in the assignment. . . . Aw . . . shit.*email professor* */thought process* The professor doesn't accept late assignments which means I've just lost 25 points and I'm shaky enough ground as it is. Damnit Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 9:52 pm |
PLEASE TAKE NOTE!
Henceforth, from now until the novelty wears off, gottaspiffy is to be henceforth known as: Mr. 40 Cent Tomato. That Is All. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 11:36 am |
Oooh. I want this for Christmas.Of course, I also want a digital camera for Christmas, so go figure. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 9:22 am |
Christmas is finally upon us. On this day, we must take the time to remember the important things. Friends, family, the importance of caring for one another . . . and that poor bastard who got trampled in the Wal-Mart last year. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 12:14 am |
| | Thursday, November 26th, 2009 | | 9:18 am |
Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | Monday, November 23rd, 2009 | | 10:06 pm |
| | 9:38 am |
Mom is full of fury. RIGHTOUS FURY! By which, I mean she's displaying her usual tendacy to jump to the worst possible conclusion and refuses to hear anything other then what she wants to hear. So she was at the grocery store a week ago, and the freezer where the frozen goods are was warm. As in, the frozen juice sloshed. So, she mentioned it to the staff. This morning, she went back for the groceries and the repairman was sticking their hand into the freezer to check it. Mom, being the intelligent and thoughtful person she is, not only confronted the repairman as to whether or not he was repairing the cooler, but then complained to the manager at the checkout line. The manager, insisted that they check it every day to which Mom asked how. With a thermometer or their hand like she saw the repairman doing. To which the manager repeated that they check it every day and then took off as soon as the cashier was done checking Mom out. Either because she didn't care or because she'd recognized that there was nothing she could say to calm Mom down. Wise woman. I tried pointing out that this may not be the first time the repairman has been there this week, and that using your hand is a quicker way to check for temperature variations, but she's too far up on her high horse of RIGHTOUS FURY to listen and she's going on and on about how we need to find a new grocery store. To be fair, Mom does have good reason to be upset from her point of view, but going Incredible Hulk on grocery store staff never really helps your case. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Runaround-Blues Traveler | | Sunday, November 22nd, 2009 | | 5:38 pm |
| | 8:45 am |
All the other problems in the world, and this is what we focus on? A friggin Waffle shortage? Get some priorities, people! Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | 1:59 am |
Ron is an Idiot
Mom mentioned this morning that Ron the Wannabe Shrink wanted to buy a fridge lock and mail it to her so she could control my eating and thus I will lose weight. She told him that if he did that, she'd send it back without opening it. "I don't understand this obsession he has about you," she says as though its a new thing. If Mom did put a lock on the fridge, I would not only find the key and make a copy, but then probably smash the lock and leave the peices to be found. Just an FYI. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: NPR: 11-14-2009 Wait Wait... Don't Tell Me!-NPR | | Saturday, November 21st, 2009 | | 11:03 pm |
Rant A surgeon's view of divine healing.I have as much hate and loathing for evangelical christians as I do for evangelical atheists and the anti-religious. And no, "evangelical athesist" is not a contradiction in terms. Evangelical Christian: "Only that which fits into the Word of God is acceptable to explain the Universe." Evangelical Atheist: "Only that which satisfies scientific analysis is acceptable to explain the Universe." Different words, but its the exact same goddamn sentiment. Exactly the fucking same. I know an anti-religion atheist. Upon finding a religious friend of mine was religous, he wanted to sit down with this friend and a science textbook to explain why he was wrong. You know what? I don't care what your religious beliefs are, that's something you just don't fucking do. Ever. For the record, I don't agree with my friend's religious beliefs either but that doesn't nessacarily mean he's wrong to believe that. More to the point, he's not harming anyone, so what exactly is wrong with him? Evangelical Christians: "He speaks of God differently then we do. He is wrong!" Evangelical Atheists: "He speaks of the universe differently then we do. He is wrong!" Yeah, well I'd still rather hang out with him then either of those two pack of jackals, So what does this have to do with the link? It explains exactly why I hate the faith based system. The entire point of maricles is just that. They're maricles. They're special. If the universe/god/whatever wanted to be more visible, then we'd have paladins and shit wandering around and medicine would still be at the lancing and leeches stage. Since we don't, we can assume that whether by evolution or design, we're supposed to do this stuff ourselves and accept that it doesn't always work the way we'd like. However, while the article does acknowledge that the body can heal some things through sheer will, most stuff is what doctors and nurses and science are for. So here's a big fuck you to both sides of the arguement. You need to shut the fuck up. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | Monday, November 16th, 2009 | | 8:16 pm |
Brain Spew
"No, Man!" Roosevelt screamed across the gap, "you throw that switch, you'll change history! "Fuck you, Theodore Roosevelt!" Tesla shot back. "I'm a scientist!" With that, he pulled the switch as Genghis Khan and Alexander the Great shrieked War Cries. Then, with mighty groan, the Island of Sappho rose into the air and Roosevelt could only stare in dismay. Nikolai Tesla now ruled the world. | | 8:09 pm |
I just typed "Have sex" into Mystery google. It gave me links to Stress Relief. Well, yeah. LOL. | | Sunday, November 15th, 2009 | | 9:30 am |
Great. Just great. One more thing for Dawkins and his idiot followers to go batshit over. Rational response, my ass. From The Atlantic: Did Christianity cause the crash? Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise | | Friday, November 13th, 2009 | | 11:58 am |
Doctors looking into re-growing breast tissue. No, no potential for misuse there, not at all. The BBC takes a look at furries. It has been an interesting week. And by interesting, I mean "Holy Crap, what the hell?" Monday, I discovered that I had lost my sunglasses while at gottaspiffy's b day celebration on Sunday so I bought a new pair. Tuesday, I went to put them on before getting on the bike to drive to school and discovered that they were gone as well. Bloody hell! Also, since Tuesday, I've been feeling like crap, and coughing and sneezing. It's probably the usual winter sniffles, but Mom took it as an oppurtunity to gloat about how I should have gotten a flu shot. Even today, my nose is still running when I go horizontal and I feel sort of wrung out. Unfortunutly, someone is doing something with noisy gas tools out in the complex somewhere, so napping is pointless. Thursday, I stepped out of class to blow my nose and move around a bit to try and stay awake when the counseler for the math program accosted me to tell me my enrollment date and time and about how I'm already pre-enrolled for phase II of the math program. She also strongly urged me to seek financial aid when I mentioned that I was thinking about cutting down my classes to one next qaurter. I've never been comfortable with the idea, since to me, it seems like asking for a handout, and It's not like I'm all that desperate for money and I don't want to get used to the idea of charity or anything like it. On the other hand, since my so-called job pays dick and Mom is a retiree, she was fairly positive that I would, if nothing else, qaulify for a fee waiver based on income. Which means I'd only pay for my books. Tempting, I admit. Thursday Evening, I'm in the tutoring center trying to get all my math done so I can spend the weekend getting over my cold or whatever it is when she calls me. Turns out I'm in the wrong english class, have been all qaurter. My assesment results, as I understood them, placed me in the low percentitle for reading and writing. I never questioned it because by the time I got to my essay, I half-assed it because I was tired. Since my goal is to try and get all my GED out of the way so I can focus on my major, I decided to focus on spending this and the next two qaurters gettiing them out of the way. Anyways, there was a miscommunication somewhere and I'm taking a class I didn't need to take. We also agreed that this late in the qaurter, with the end of the qaurter only a month away, withdrawing is pointless. There's little point and I'm sharpening my skills, so I get that out of it at least. So yeah, I'll see it through. Current Mood: Mmm, I do love me a tasty money burritoCurrent Music: Ambient Noise |
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