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Posted:Nov 23, 2005 2:03 pm
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General happy Turkey Day greetings to anyone who actually cares about the T-day greetings.
Nothing much going on around here, entertaining or otherwise. Preperations for the mass face-stuffing of tomorrow have commenced. We're not doing turkey this year, but ruladin. Probably spelled wrong. German recipe involving thin beef wrapped around a pickle and cooked in a tasty tasty gravy. Much better than it sounds, I look forward to developing stretch marks on my tummy just prior to having my stomach wall rupture. That and lots of spaetzle (noodley thing, also damn tasty. German gnocci, more or less) and dessert type things will make for an obscenely well-stuffed me. Just to keep to tradition, I may have to make a pan of stuffing and (insofar as you can 'make' it) a can of that cranberry sauce that stays all can-shaped. Yum. There are standards to be upheld here, after all.
Silly idea of the day: LARPing Ebola Monkey Hunt (3rd Edition). Somebody at the con mentioned seeing Devil Bunny Needs a Ham, another fine Cheapass game, succesfully LARPed1 at another convention. So it struck me that one of my all time favorite silly little board games could quite easily be transformed into a live-action game given enough floor space and at least 3 people demented enough to play. It's gonna need to involve a supply order from American Science and Surplus (paper coveralls to serve as 'containment suits' ), some odds and ends from the hardware store, and a small but impressive menagerie of sock monkeys in costume. All so I can get a bunch of people to run around clutching dart guns and sock monkeys while taking many many many blackmail pictures.
Again, happy T-day, happy Diwali to those who celebrate it (I'm late, deal with it), and happy any-other-holidays-that-fall-in-this-genral-period to anybody who celebrates them.
Mood Music: One of the livelier Bach pieces. Your choice.
Rules for happy living #1283: Never use the phrase "I've got a little captain in me" when it is common knowledge there's little person in a pirate costume passed out in your hotel room.
1. 'LARP' stands for Live Action Role Playing. These are the people dungeons and dragons players look down upon, for the chain of derision must continue somewhere (It's generally assumed the insistence on props belies a poor ability to imagine things, with matching lack of intellect. It's what happens when people who can't amuse themselves want to play D&D. ). Think of people in costumes, usually not very well done costumes, running around with weapons made of foam and duct tape. Playing pretend. Falls into the same class as a moped - fun to ride, but you probably don't want your friends to find out. FOr those of you who Fark too much, this is where the infamous "Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt! Thunderbolt!" video comes from.
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MEPACon Report
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Posted:Nov 21, 2005 4:27 am
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Frickin awesome.  I got to geek out for three consecutive days, and I had access to a bathtub that didn't start out ice cold. Forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, just gamed pretty much gamed continuously. Although I managed to maintain some semblance of personal hygiene.
Things I got in on (not like any of you care):
Ninjaburger - we deliver in thirty minutes ore we commit seppuku
Strange Synergy - randomized superpowered capture the flag
Gloom - make people miserable, and then kill them off
Star Wars miniatures - Not only a surprisingly solid game, but I WON! yay!
Battletech - Stompy stompy in big mecha. Got my head blown off, just when everyone was running scared.
Carcassone - tile-based game of urban development in middle ages france. Way more fun than it sounds.
Call of Cthulu ccg - thrid place in tournament. A deck I gave up for dead did well in the hands of a newbie.
Actually got prizes! Wasn't expecting it, but I walked away with an ultra-rare star wars minifig, a couple of cheapass games (Cheapass rocks! 5 bucks for a complete game? I'm in love), and an expansion for Chez Geek. Now all I need is the abse game.
For those who are assuming there was perverted, geektastic sex a-going on, sorry. All the girls at the tables were attached, and I had remarkably few run ins with the LARPers. And all the really cute thangs were LARPing. Dammit. Next time I swallow my pride, take my kilts, and run around like an idiot w/ a foam sword.
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Road Rage Revisited (Yay Alliteration!)
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Posted:Nov 18, 2005 6:03 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Been away, will be away, am posting much.
For those that pay attention to the mood thingy, that should be 'surprisingly cheerful'
It's been an odd couple of days for me and my car. Yesterdays little adventure started with the depositing of my paycheck. Since I'm working through a temp agency, I can't get direct deposit. Yay. So I get to stay up late on thursdays just so I can have my check post before saturday. Anywho, I'm coming out the door when I get hailed by a man in the parking lot. He was there to get a check cashed at the check cashing place in the same plaza, and they were closed. So I get asked if I can drive him and his wife over to stefko blvd to get their check cashed so they can get their car from the garage it's at. I agree, since I have nothing better to do, and this situation wasn't scary enough to impinge on what little self-preservation instinct I have left.
The catch came when trying to fit people into the vehicle. Not only do I stuff my car full of junk as I wander around (yes, it's a rolling garbage can/filing cabinet/toy box/vanity combination), but the back seat is currently home to something like 200 pounds of vacuum pump (don't ask1), which makes it somewhat difficult to fit people back there. So this guy puts the seat back as far as it can go and his wife sits on his lap, and then attempts to pull the safety belt around them both. Although Hondas are surprisingly roomy on teh inside, the engineers seem to have failed to include enough seat belt to wrap around two decent sized people. Go figure. So I'm starting down the road and he starts telling his wife about some with a gun he ran across the other day, how said youngster was flashing it and making "I ain't no " noises, and how he was probably out to make a reputation. Now I get a tad scared. After that he was just some regular middle-aged guy in need of a ride, so I calmed down.
Went and got the check cashed, and he asks if I can drive them over to hellertown (about 5, maybe 10, minutes from where we were). I'm still okay with this, and commence to drive him over in search of the location of his car. After a few tries at likely spots, we find a pay phone, he calls for further directions, and I drop him off, refusing payment the whole time. I screw up my good karma now by saying gee gosh I must have gotten a bunch of good karma for that.
Sleep for a while. Get to work a bit earlier than I have been. This is good. Do work stuff. Eat breakfast on first break. Do more work stuff. Decide "Gee, I wanna go to the supermarket rather than the Wawa for lunch". Ask coworker for directions. Get warned not to use her directions by someone else. Didn't listen.
So I set out in search of the supermarket. It's pretty simple, left right left. Three turns. Only I hear "first left", rather than the more illuminating "go through the stop sign and then the first left". Spot a dead raccon on way there(#1). I ended up on side street, figuring I was going to wander in the back of the shopping plaza. I can see large buildings and sodium vapor lamps. Yay! Road gets weird, there are signs for municipal complexes. I get stranged out and turn around in a driveway, retrace my steps to the stop sign and go ahead on my merry way. See the giant, see what may be an entry way. Decide against, not willing to fall for that trap again. notice headlights behind me, feel faint stirrings of unhappiness. Go around corner at a light, used clearly posted entrance. While cornering, notice police department paint on side of car. Shit. Car follows me into lot. Double shit. Lights go on, I am officially fucked.
Get the usual license, registration, "Just what the fuck are you doing boy?" routine. Police ossifer asks about the aforementioned pump. Much running of plates and license ensues. Buddy ossifer shows up and spens several minutes looking in my rear passenger window at pump. Possibly drooling, I have a feeling he's a mouthbreather, but I just do not want to turn and look. I'm pretty serious about the whole "hands where the police officer can see them, be docile" thing after getting a gun pulled on another stop2, so I am unwilling to turn around and make eye contact. To make the whole 'good ol boy' image even worse, the officer talking to me has a big old wad of chaw in his cheek and keeps spitting on the parking lot. Poor parking lot never spit on him.
Turns out people have been stealing things from a construction site (new firehouse) near where I was all confuzzled. So here I am, at 3:30 in the morning, driving like an idiot, with a piece of industrial equipment in the back of my car. Yay. Got some food, got back to work just in time to go back to work. Spot another dead raccoon(#2) Managed to have a cup of tea and some tiger's milk bars while running machine. Am as content as I'm going to be.
Do my work thing. Head home. Deal with the horror what is the morning commute on route 22. For some reason, almost nobody in PA or NJ (I'm near the border, and going home I'm in a pile of jerseyites headed the same way) can actually operate an onramp. The people on the ramps dawdle down and try to merge at ten miles an hour. The people on the highway on their brakes, make many uneccessary lane changes, and generally act like idiots. After making it off 22 and almost all the way into southside bethlehem on 378 (dead raccon on the way. #3), I'm approaching the last onramp before the bridge into southside. Somebody is coming down onramp. Making good time, actually doing it right. I applaud from my vantage point in the left hand lane, only to have my joy cut short as some bitch in the right hand lane, who will never be anywhere near the onramp person, cuts in front of me and slams on her brakes. Then she drops immediately back into the righthand lane. I make jokes about getting my license out of a box of cracker jacks, but wow, this woman rode a very short bus to school. So short it was going backwards, methinks.
Pass the bitch, get in front, and slow down to appropriate speed for bridge crossing, at which point said idiot crawls up my ass. *sigh* Manage to make it home and start ranting on here.
There is some good news, though: I got to MEPACon today! Yay! 3 days of glorious gamery immersion! Yay! I have an actual hotel reservation so I can hang out the whole damn time! Yay! I'll be in beautiful Scranton, the town they built on top of the landfill! Not so yay!
Some parts of Scranton are pretty damn nice. I hope I'll be in one of those.
Also good: found out there's a string of concerts I want to see at one of the local excuses for night clubs. I was making fun of my workplace for giving me the night before Thanksgiving day off, rather than the night that involves me being stuffed full of food and all sleepy, but it opens me up for the pre-thanksgiving Emily's Toybox show . So is a good thing. The weekend after that, Alien Ant Farm is going to be in the same venue, and I think there's even something good the saturday after that.
For those who haven't been to an ETB show and have the chance, I recommend. They're a great live act. Especially all the sing along bits. There's a reason for the t-shirts that say "My dick smells like chapstick", which is fun to hear screamed by the female half of a packed bar/dancefloor. Also, their 'new' bassist (not original, but he's been around a while) can sing "I'm Sailing Away" in the Cartmann voice.
Scorecard:
Police stops: 1
Police officers not mentioning my old insurance card: 1
Dead raccons: 3
Lunch breaks wasted: 1
Previously useless holiday days turning out good: 1
Potential nifty concerts: 3
Stupid bitches on road: Near infinity.
Stupid bitches in my way: 1
Days spent geeking out: 3
Overall score: Kinda good
Mood Music- "Road Rage" - Emily's Toybox
1. The vacuum pump is destined to become the heart of a vacuu-former. It may also be transformed into the world's most powerful penis pump, should there be a record up for grabs. Be afraid as I faint due to all my blood being sucked out through my phallus. Or laugh. I'd laugh, myself.
2. A friend and I were going to work one day. On a one way street, we had to make an annoying turn that was half blind due to Allentownians being incapable of parking their vans anywhere but right at the intersection. Large vehicle with very bright lights is coming up teh one way street the wrong way, across the intersection from us. My bud tries to flash them through, wave them through, to no avail. Flips them off as he pulls out. Turns out it's a paddywagon (my apologies to any Irish-American readers who take umbrage. Deal.). Police ossifers come to visit. First words out of anyone's mouth are "How would you like me to rip that finger off and shove it up your ass?". Goes downhill from there. Moral of the story: always get a badge number at the scene, cause the desk seargant is gonna play stupid when you phone in a complaint.
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One more thing....
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Posted:Nov 12, 2005 6:11 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Whilst I am watching my cartoons, I shall be curled up w/ a nice cup of tea next to a woodstove of much radiant warmth.
For those of you in cold places: neener neener neen r
For those in warm: I hate you.
I am also contemplating proudly burning toast brightly, brightly, with beauty. Props to those who get the reference.
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Cereal and Cartoonage
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Posted:Nov 12, 2005 6:04 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2006 5:24 am
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Just to spite Frogger's post [post 137117], I am eating a Key Lime Pie Yoplait while typing this, which not only makes the typing more difficult but seems to be resulting in bright green drool coalescing in my scraggly excuse for a beard. Loud smackings and gulpings and little orgasmic 'mmph' noises. I am enjoying the absolute shit out of this yogurt. So there. Although that portion of the post still holds for the bastards who removed my beloved banana milk from the shelves.
I decided to go through with the cereal and cartoon ritual instead of post-work sleep this morning. Another exercise in futility, really, but one can at least hope for a good episode of Avatar or maybe Shaolin Showdown. So I stopped at the very local supermarket on the way home to get the cereal portion (This is also where my cup of vengeance yogurt came from. Yum. Vengeance is sweet and pleasantly citrusy.). Whilst wandering about looking for snackies and suchlike, I realized I was in the wrong store to get the aforementioned store-brand cocoa-nodules. The store brand here failed to inspire my confidence, mostly by the lack of chipmunk in sorcerer's outfit on the front of the box. I prefer the resealable plastic bags. Too much malt-o-meal as a , methinks (Ranger Joes rock. Smacks suck ass and taste suspiciously of preservatives.).
Anywho, I am wondering what to do about this conundrum, whether the 20 minutes of driving it's going to take for me to get the right cocoa-nodules is worth it, when blackest heresy entered my head. I didn't actually want cocoa-nodules, I just thought I should want them. Maybe as a service to my fans, maybe for some reason lost to the depths of time (for me, that's anything over about five minutes ago. Yay early-onset senior moments.). I found myself strangely drawn to the miniature biscuits of extruded wheat strings (they claim it's shredded, but it's more sorta extruded from whole grain softened in water. Food Channel also lives on my 'things that rock' list.) with the suspiciously white frosting on them. So I am currently the proud owner of some extruded wheat with a bunch of sugar or sugar like substances, much partially hyrdrogenated whatever's-cheap-at-the-moment oil, and titanium dioxide goodness slathered all over. Not going to be quite the same blasphemy as cocoa-nodules when I pour the organic milk over it, but what can I do when Fate intervenes like that?
Workage news: The gentleman who usually operates one of the zip sorters has been getting put on an inserter, due to an increased volume of mail that needs to be produced. We're covering just fine, but the poor boy has spent a few nights stuck in the 'back room' with the older inserter machines and the toothless wonder of earlier posts. Some discussion has resulted, leading to the conclusion that he's being stalked and will eventually fall to her nicotine-stained summer teeth's powers of seduction. Since the toothless one has recently been dubbed 'field goal' due to the pattern of missing teeth, there have been an ominous number of sightings of people with arms upraised in the field goal gesture of football game...uhh...I can't finish this sentence...the english language be kicking my ass again and I can't figure out what to type. Time for more vengeance. Nums. That and the occasional cry of 'The kick is good!'. Poor poor boy.
Semi workage-related: I have been hitting the local Wawa (for those not from an area so blessed, it's a semi-local chain of somewhat upscale convenience stores. Got a lunch counter, usually open 24 hrs) for lunch alot lately. Been eating many a sammich from them. One of the better aspects is the cute girl who works the counter many nights. Glasses, nice face, etc. Blonde, but I'm trying not to hold that against her. I went in the other night and wanted a meatball sub. Wawa makes good spheroidal minced animal sammiches. So I ordered a meatball sub. And was told, midway through the making of said spheroidal tastiness, that the piece of bread she was holding contained the very lonely last of its tribe. I was understandably inconsolable, but I decided to go ahead and put the last lonely meatball out of its misery. So while she's fetching bits and pieces of veggie goodness to complete the tastiness (I got extra roast peppers. More nums.), she was apologizing and said somethine that sounded something like "There were a lot of cute boys in tonight".. I still have yet to decide whether this was:
a) a deliberate flirt
b) a freudian slip
c) a freudian slip on my part brought on by slight hearing loss and a long-standing difficulty seperating background noise from voices (I am usueless for conversation at parties).
At any rate, I returned to work happy.
Mood Music: 'Sodom agogo' (possibly Saddam, i forgets) by Gwar
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Finally, some quality time with my 'puter
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Posted:Nov 9, 2005 6:36 am
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Been away for a few days, either gone or couldn't find the time to blog. Quick updateage:
Weekend: Got my nerd on. Year anniversary of my current gaming store, all sorts of things going on. Played a lot of Cthulu ccg. Finally got my recycler/loop deck going good, only to have it trounced by the deck I helped a noob build out of what little he had and a bunch of extra cards I had. Some slight shock on my part. Also forgot how much fun classic Battletech tabletop is. Watched our hope for defeating the marauding mechs walk out a door and get his head melted off by a lucky shot. *sigh* 100 tons of glory turned to scrap in one sizzling moment. Also got to play a poker game developed as a way for WotC to sell more D&D stuff, which turned out to be surprisingly solid, altho a tad simplistic.
I think gaming may very well be the last male dominated hobby out there. With the exception of lighting farts, but who can really call that a hobby (although I do know how to make mine burn blue. I fail to see how any woman can fail to find that impressive ) ? Anyway, there were all of two women there, both pretty much dragged into the scene by their repective boys. In an age where even the most extreme of adrenaline-based stupidities has its female following, it's nice to know there's a cozy, testosterone soaked atmosphere at the local game store. Now if only we could work on our hygeine habits (and yes, there were some scaries involved) before crowding into a small room to play with minifigs, life would be wonderful.
Nothing much anywhere else in my life lately. Those of you w/ a PS2, I recommend finding a copy of Shadow of the Colossus stat, for the simple beauty of it. I'm just biding my time until the 18th, whence I shall be in Scranton at MEPACon, truly getting my nerd on for 48 consecutive hours of delirious geekness. Everything until then is more or less an emotional null.
Mood Music: 'Yesterday' Beatles
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More road weirdness
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Posted:Nov 3, 2005 5:43 am
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Todays addition to odd things in the road: a foot. While taking a shortcut to go pick up my paycheck, I happened across a fake foot in the middle of the road. I loves halloween time.
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Day of bad driviness
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Posted:Nov 1, 2005 5:15 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I take a highway home from work. Funtimes, since my leaving work coincides with everyone else trying to get to work, which means lots of people that can't operate on ramps. Fun to get into stop-and-go-65 traffic in the left hand lane as a result. Especially when the guy riding your ass is out of it enough to be incapable of turning his left blinker off (for something like the ten miles he was behind me). Makes me really worry about braking too quick.
To top it off, I saw two dead raccoons on the same short stretch of road. This greatly saddens me, as raccoons are on my "whosa cutesy wutesy liddle boogums" list. Always wanted one as a pet, despite the need to childproof the house and deal with it getting cranky in its old age. Much like living with a smaller, furrier version of me. And the universe threw a small in front of my car while I was making a turn on thursday. This motorized transport thing just isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Tried a search on another singles site, which shall remain nameless to avert the wrath of the moderators. Usual results, usual lackluster english and caps-lock skills. Then I told it I was a lesbian. The difference was downright astounding. Not only did the women start getting cuter, while losing that "this months cosmo" makeup regimen 1, but the grammar improved. I may have to attempt to get a research grant to explore the connection between 'alternate' sexual preferences and improved english skills.
To steal an idea from frogger1995:
Things to be happy about:
non-squisheded raccoons
meillard reactions
woks
1. I hate that. Wear your own face, ladies. For those of you who have read Stranger In A Strange Land, I sympathize with Mike when he thinks that all the young women are alike, with no character to their faces. They're much better when they've had a little time to age and get some personality, and then they go and spackle 'em over. Silly.
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Posted:Oct 29, 2005 6:22 am
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I was going to subject myself to the horror what is saturday morning cartoons nowadays. The major network stuff is pretty atrocious, and cartoon network and nick are only sometimes watchable (I am becoming a fan of Avatar, tho). But I have no choco-nodules. The ritual of saturday cartoons and choco-nodules is rooted deep in my psyche, but I am afraid to go buy more of the tasty store brand ones, having noticed that the first ingredient was 'sugar'. No fooling around, just sugar, cocoa, and some flour to hold it together. And some corn syrup, because we all know it aint sweet enough. Beautiful, but it makes my poor pancreas panic.
I still search for the true 'chocolate frosted sugar bombs'. Choco-nodules coem close, but they are not frosted, being chocolatey through and through. Some days I contemplate a bowl of milk duds with some milk on them. Then the fever abates and I can sink into dark, formless sleep once more.
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The lingering death of my tastebuds
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Posted:Oct 29, 2005 5:44 am
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Went out for indian food last night. For those in the Lehigh Valley region, when ordering at the Nawab, do not say "very spicy". They will believe you mean it. Luckily enough, I like spicy food, and it was still tasty (kadhi pakhora, yum!) underneath the overwhelming taste of hot peppers. The only really bad parts were my head deciding to start producing much mucus1, and the inability to feel my lips for about twenty minutes after I was done. Not to mention a really cute hostess [insert indian dish joke here]. All in all, an excellent trip. Got a to go order for lunch at work, so I would have tasty tasty fare.
Unfortunately, I was the only temp to show up for work. This neccessitated the reactivation of the toothless wonder, long lost to us as an inserter, and the speeding up of the sorter. The toothless one has two modes of conversation:
a)Bitch about stuff
b)Make jokes only she laughs at
She was stuck on a. Fun times. Overworked, I was finally headed home when I was loudly and unexpectedly hailed by someone on first shift. With a 'goodnight', which would be the wrong diurnal period, but some people have problems overcoming their conditioning. Short cringe and I kept on walking, my reputation as antisocial bastard intact.
1. I have rather capacious sinuses. This helps with the familial acute sense of smell, but makes for a real horror show whenever snot is involved. When I blew my nose in the car afterwards, attempting to rid myself of the several cubic feet of mucilage built up in my head, I had a small surprise when the tube connecting my eye and my nose backfired and blew little bubbles at the corner of my eye. Strange sensation to say the least.
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Whew...didn't even know I had it in me
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Posted:Oct 27, 2005 7:19 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2006 5:27 am
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Been procrastinating. I apologize, and will take steps to apply negative reinforcement. No internet porn for me for...umm...a wee...*starts sweating*...3 da...*twitch*...30 minutes. There, doesn't my chastisement make you feel better?
Monday: Second shift has topped themselves. Not only an obscene amnount of old tickets left on the floor, in bins, hiding, etc, but they ran out of bins that had functional versions of the stick-on pockets that hold said tickets. Also out of the stick-ons themselves. So they scotch taped them on. Fine. We can deal with that. Walk over to the machine that handles high zip codes - where they just tucked the tickets in front of the bins on the racks holding them. Started swearing. Found the dozen without any tickets whatsoever. Added the phrase 'felch-mongering rectal warts' to my vocabulary. Add in the breakfast consisting of eggs, baked beans, fried taters, and spam (cue singing vikings) causing much pain to anybody in the vicinity of my lower intestines. Not a pleasant work environment. I did wax wroth, and had the concept of bottling a fart any merit, the booby trap laid for the second shift would have caused a great wailing and gnashing of nostrils.
Some people need their bungholes plugged with the righteous toe of appropriate correction.
Tuesday: Call of Cthulhu night at my only external social setting: a comic book store (I would embrace my nerdness, but it's had a stranglehold on me for years). No-one showed up but the youngling I bought a starter pack for a while ago. Played a few games, wherein I was beaten soundly. In walks cute young thang. Cute young thang picks out a Dungeons and Dragons (!!!) book. I fall in love for the 30 seconds it takes me to realize she must be all of 17. Feel like filthy old man. For those who know the jargon: rules lawyer experiences great guilt for channelling a hormonally challenged fatbeard.
Then played Hecatomb. Neat, pentagonal cards printed on clear plastic. Little windows allow bits to show through when stacking cards. Rules read like poorly translated taiwanese stereo instructions. Also a pain: shuffling pentagonal cards in any sort of non-stupid-looking manner. Worth it just for chance to kick someone's butt with a 'baby blood monkey'.
At work there was not much sorting to do, so I got to hang out hand-stuffing [with] the milfalicious coworker. Many ribald comments. Also got her to spend a while looking through the less-often used envelopes hiding behind the more-often used envelopes on the shelf, which involves her bending over whilst I ogle her. Continue feeling like a lech from earlier. Not entirely unpleasant at this point, since I at least have pleasant scenery to go along w/ my lechdom.
Wednesday: Milfalicious coworker shows up in khakis w/ camel toe. Make that 48 hours of complete lechdom. Sometimes I am truly upset by my lack of asshole status, which prevents me from doing more than occasionally flirting with a married coworker. Granted, this does help keep me from unemployment and sexual harrassment suits, but it does cut into my immediate gratification.
Got accidentally felt up by her later though, during a near pass while picking mail. Damn near went for my butt, although its status as an extremely small target diverted attention to my upper thigh. First time I've been touched by something female and attractive in something like 4 months. Damn I need to get out more.
In other news: The search for banana milk goes on. I've not posted it here before, but I have an unholy lust for the yellow liquid. I was very fond of the type with Tweety on the bottle, until it vanished from shelves, followed not too long after by banana quik. *sigh* I must use the equivalent of methadone, a drinkable banana yogurt aimed at the market. Not too sweet, tart, and made with whole fat milk for that energy babies (and us scrawny bastards) need. Good, but not quite right. So I have humbled myself in front of a local group on here and asked their aid in locating the elusive elixir. There are days when only my overriding sense of formless guilt keeps me from thinking I have no shame.
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Belated Update
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Posted:Oct 22, 2005 5:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2006 5:27 am
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Been a while since I updated...felt I had little to spew about recently.
yay! Milfalicious coworker is back, upgrading scenery quotient considerably. In unrelated news, had a brainfart on how to build an aircannon style punkin chunker with an evacuated barrel, which should up the terminal velocity of the pumpkin by reducing the air resistance in front of it. Now all I need to find is uhmw-pe in appropriate size and shape and someone with a honking big lathe. And funding. And some more vacuum pumps. And tanks. And so forth.
Thought I had an Senior Sizzle meet and greet to go to on the fifth, but it's been moved to New Years. Since I plan on wearing a kilt, it may get a tad cool around my knobbly little knees. Thanks to that whole 'warm air rises thing', I can continue to dangle so long as there isn't too much wind. In which case I may flash innocent bystanders, who probably won't notice due to cold weather shrinkage.
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