• Archive for July, 2007

    Domino

    by  • July 30, 2007. 9:38 pm • General, Katy • 0 Comments

    So I got Domino for my 5th Birth­day (tech­ni­cally I got a bag of dog food, but the idea was implied) and she just cel­e­brated her 14th birth­day this April so she was get­ting up there in dog years. We had to put her to sleep this after­noon because her hips would just not work any­more. We know […]

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    GRSSK

    by  • July 9, 2007. 8:16 pm • General, Katy • 0 Comments

    So for some rea­son I decided to watch ABC Family’s new show GR∑∑K to see how they por­trayed us all. It was full of stereo­types (as pre­dicted) and showed all soror­ity girls as com­pletely vapid yet schem­ing beau­ties with every rela­tion­ship, friend, enemy or acquain­tance a care­fully cal­cu­lated social tac­tic and each fra­ter­nity boy is a drunken horn-dog […]

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    Open Sores

    by  • July 9, 2007. 5:37 pm • General, Nikky • 0 Comments

    <allyn­folk­sjr> Why does PS CS3 need opera to close while installing? <river­eye> because Opera and Adobe suck <allyn­folk­sjr> You’re just jeal­ous <allyn­folk­sjr> That my eth­i­cal stan­dards allow me to use supe­rior closed source software

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    Irritating Train People

    by  • July 8, 2007. 7:50 pm • General, Nikky, Wall of Shame • 0 Comments

    On the way to the #tcpa meetup, Katy, Dun­can and I rode an Amtrak train to Port­land. We soon real­ized that there was a lady sit­ting in front of us who was either a com­plete idiot or was drunk at 9 in the morn­ing. What fol­lows is but a snip­pet of her bril­liant obser­va­tions. “I think we’re going under the bridge” “Oh! There’s a fox­glove grow­ing!” “Oh! There it goes! It IS a sis­ter train!” (When we pulled off the main line to let another Amtrak train pass in the oppo­site direc­tion) “We’re going faster now! Can you feel it?” […]

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    Monkeys with Clothes

    by  • July 8, 2007. 7:35 pm • General, Nikky • 0 Comments

    I was sit­ting in a meet­ing on Fri­day where lots of peo­ple were crowded around a table talk­ing about CC&R’s, inter­est rates and ele­va­tor inspec­tors when I real­ized that we were all a bunch of over­grown pri­mates wear­ing uncom­fort­able shoes think­ing how awe­some we were as a species because we have rules about how peo­ple can live. I found that oddly amusing.

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