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So we’ve all been stuck walking somewhere only to realize that the person in front of you has a lit cigarette and (while not knowingly doing so) infecting you with the dreaded smell of smoke.
This irritates me.
My solution?
Get a can of skunk scent and spray them.
Quid pro quo, bitches.
My normal procedure before going to my first class (either 9:30 or 10:30) is to zip down and procure a bottle of Honest Tea for consumption–it’s not too sweet like Lipton’s or the other popular brands. The only problem is that they seem to be out of said tea, and have been since Saturday. To compound this disaster, the Odwalla juices are also in critical supply, and they’re my backup in event of a catastrophic tea supply failure.
I’m in a state of panic.
To make this post worthwhile, this is an excellent piece of music that is being produced for Black Mesa: a community project to convert the original Half Life into a game with cutting edge graphics..
So I go down to the market today to buy some snacky type foods. I find some mandarin oranges, and I pick up a Cup O’ Noodles because I recently ate my last one (The creamy chicken is the best). I round the corner to the chip isle…the deadly pit of all things greasy, salty, flavored and crispy.
I gave in…I had to get some Pringles.
As I was perusing the flavors I find the standard regular, sour cream, and BBQ flavors, the slightly less standard cheddar and salt & vinegar flavors, and then I find something completely different.
Potato flavored potato chips
Yes I know this is completely ridiculous and absurd and while technically speaking the proper name is “Loaded Baked Potato” (therefore leading me to expect slight hints of bacon, cheddar and sour cream all rolled into one with the possibility of green flecks made to represent chives) it still boils down to potato-flavored potatoes…
I’ve nearly finished the entire tube and they were pretty much what I expected. The duck-beak-shaped crisps stacked so neatly atop one another that will satisfy any craving for that something salty, but I’m still slightly perturbed by this.
Am I the only one?
Perhaps pet Snowballs will work better
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.
– Shel Silverstein
Perhaps pet Snowballs will work better
I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.
– Shel Silverstein
(6:56:22 PM) Katycicle: if it’s a choice between the Paramount and UW, I’d rather go to the UW
(6:56:24 PM) Nikky: :)
(6:56:41 PM) Katycicle: but the 5th ave is nice
(6:56:41 PM) Nikky: Katycicle: if it’s a choice between WSU and UW, I’d rather go to the UW
(6:56:48 PM) Nikky: yay misquotes
(6:56:52 PM) Katycicle: I hate you
Lazy swallow flying homeward
Watch the river wind back slowly to the sea
Oh my soul is waiting patiently
Will you ever find your way back home to me
Somewhere I lost on the journey
Of a love that one was slayed somwhere in time
Oh my love my heart is aching for you
Will you ever find your way back to me
Sometimes I feel I almost touch you
I turn and almost see your face
For a moment my heart stops
Till the crowd moves on and fills the space
Oh my life will be here waiting
For you my love to find your way back home to me
Sometimes i feel i almost touch you
I turn and almost see your face
For a moment my heart stops
Till the croud moves on and fills the space
Oh kindly words are softly spoken
Oh the ever windy end to misery
Oh my life will be here waiting
For you my love to find your way
Oh baby find your way
Please baby find your way back home to me
-Back Home To Me, Sophie Milman
I took the ferry to Bremerton on early Saturday, and it reminded me of just how much I love being in a boat when there’s thick fog about.
When we left Seattle, it was nice and sunny, and I anticipated an excellent day of shooting. But alas, that was not to be. After about halfway into the voyage, we hit the fog. Again, it’s transfixing to just stand on the bow of a ferry where you can’t see more than 40 feet ahead, and you’re in this twilight like mist. The only noise being the rhythmic throbbing of the marine diesels and the foghorn. It’s simply amazing–there were probably 10 people just standing there looking. Awesome…
For you ferry buffs out there, I took the Chelan both ways (pulled off the San Juan run) and we docked at slip 2 in Bremerton and Seattle. The first time I’ve been in either.
Yeah, I’m avoiding work…
Katycicle says: I’m reading an article about women and sports
Katycicle says: and it’s comparing football and childbirth
Nikky says: heh
Katycicle says: and says that for a woman to “enter successfully into the symbolism of football” she should be a “mans woman”
Nikky says: Katy
Katycicle says: such as a prostitute, casino girl or a widow who has raised children alone
Nikky says: are you a mans woman?
Katycicle says: see definition above…you decide
Katycicle says: Tell me a story?
Nikky says: okay
Nikky says: Lenny the squirrel was your average small rodent
Nikky says: he liked women, nuts, and hibernation
Nikky says: but Lenny’s normal life was about to change forever
Nikky says: for you see, while at the local nut bar (not as homosexual as you might imagine), Lenny heard some beavers talking about the mysterious shangri-acorn
Nikky says: it appears that whomsoever discovered and learned the secrets of the shangri-acorn would possess magical powers
Nikky says: including the power to
Nikky says: collect one bushel of food a day
Nikky says: find limitless female squirrels
Nikky says: and hibernate whenever he wanted to
Nikky says: Lenny was ecstatic about this new quest
Nikky says: Glory!
Nikky says: Edification!
Nikky says: Excessive chittering!
Nikky says: but alas
Nikky says: for just when Lenny was about to discover the hidden acorn
Nikky says: the evil chipmunk known as Tino poisoned Lenny
Nikky says: poor Lenny
Nikky says: wandering around, sure to die
Nikky says:when a group of friendly woodland critters magically appeared out of nowhere!
Nikky says: They quickly offered Lenny an antidote, which he accepted with great appreciation
Nikky says: but what Lenny didn’t know
Nikky says: is that the seemingly peaceful woodland critters
Nikky says: were actually satanists
Nikky says: and had already discovered the acorn
Nikky says: and turned its great and mystical power to evil
Nikky says: Lenny soon discovered this
Nikky says: and slaughtered them all
Nikky says: and retired to a life of sleeping, hot squirrel sex, and excessive food consumption
Nikky says: the end!
Katycicle says: thank you
Nikky says: :)
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