Hook and blank.
6.4.2k3
Thursday, 26 June 2003
So I got two water taps on the outside of the house. One in front and the other around back. I kept clothes-lining some of the flowers in the front with the hose as I dragged it around back to water the flowers and bushes and shit back there, so I bought a hose for the back. I got a short 25' hose that had a de-lux multi-headed nozzle included. I ... well ... hosed up the hose to the tap and commenced watering. I tried out the various sprays the new nozzle emitted. There were a couple good ones, some that I'd not soon use and lastly, a mist setting. That one was nice as it sprayed out a really fine, gentle mist. Good for misting the roses and the spiderwebs in the ivy. I noticed a really curious thing, though: While the sunshine through the mist should have created your classic rainbow, the rainbow through this mist was purple only. I thought what the fuck is up with this? I switched back to a normal sprayer and there's the classic ROYGBIV rainbow. Nope, I thought, I wasn't suddenly colorblind. Musta been some fluke or something. I switched back to mist and there's the purple-only rainbow again. WTF? I was really confused. Back to normal sprayer: ROYGBIV. Mist sprayer: Purple. Oh shit, something's is fucking wrong! I turned to look at the sun and there was my best friend Phil on a 12' ladder holding a big 'ol magnifying glass up to the sun. He blasted me right in the fucking eye with the concentrated sunlight and fucked up my vision but good. I heard, but didn't see, Phil laughing so hard he fell off the ladder and landed on the rosebush. Then we both laughed at each other, the unmistakable stench of roasted cornea still strong in the air.
Tonight go to this dump: Doc's Clock
Also: Find the Reference!
"Hey Okie!" Have a look at TNSC News for a v. strange email I got. It gets the mind wondering what sortsa things go on in the real world.
Oh yeh: I've restored the Archive Sectio to working status, but it's got some problems. I'll iron them out and let ya know when it's up and good.
Bring yr pals to the 'Clock and have a pop and set yr watch. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, June 26, 2003
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Thursday, June 12, 2003
Jambalaya!
6.2.2k3
Thursday, 12 June 2003
I have intended to write a "life update" and email it to my peeps for a while now. There are some news items. There's the new address, phone number; the new job; the predictable cat update (Porkchop is getting skinny and Fatty is getting ... uh ... fatter); the girlfriend update; the "how's the car" update; what book I'm reading; have you seen the movie yet and the like. It's a big piece of writing that I've put off because I suddenly feel lazy when I sit down to write it. Oh! and that I've been off the grid since I moved. Until last night.
I usually bore the recipients of the "life update" with totally meaningless bullshit like:
I missed the bottled-water man this morning. I didn't put out the empty but got a freshy. So on the way to work I dragged along my emptys and cruised through the city and roamed the streets looking for the truck. I found him and turned in my bottles. This brought me great joy as I didn't want the bottles hanging around for who knows how long.
I've gotten into eating chickenpotpies. They are so fucking good! I can't get enough of them. You try them "Hungryman" size chickenpotpies from the Swanson? Holy shit! Do yrself a favor and get one and 400 degrees/35 minutes it ASAP. You'll dance yr so happy.
I don't think Sammy cheated using the corked bat. I just think he made a mistake. I have made a mistake before. Actually I've made two.
The intruder cat hasn't been back for a while. Have I told you about the intruder cat? He's a grey and white little devil with yellow eyes and an offset Hitler moustache. He's really cute and quite ballsy: He sat on the top step of the front door steps while Fats and Porkchop sat on the inside looking out the "French-style" (Freedom) glass-panel door. My guy and girl were making that "I'm interested" meow and Intruder was staring them down. "Who are you two jerks" was the look on Intruder's face. I got a snap of it. I'll email it to ya.
Then I cut and paste a bunch of shitty fwded email jokes to lighten the mood. Then I sign off with a random meaningless quote. I google "meaningless quotation" and chuck that in. It's rather a "Fuck you quotation user" than anything meaningful. Unless Gomez Addams said it (in the series, not them idiot movies).
Tonight: Fish Bowl
Also: Find the Reference! NFG's: This returning TNSC activity is easy enough to participate in. One merely notices the title of the Rant (in this case "Jambalaya!"), then succinctly identifies what the title refers to in the body of the Rant. Click the link, send the email. Easy peasy.
Brother of Robot will be in attendance tonight. If he owes you drinks or money, now would be a great time to settle up.
Volny got smashed and kicked a wall last time we were here. Ha.
Bring yr pals. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
6.2.2k3
Thursday, 12 June 2003
I have intended to write a "life update" and email it to my peeps for a while now. There are some news items. There's the new address, phone number; the new job; the predictable cat update (Porkchop is getting skinny and Fatty is getting ... uh ... fatter); the girlfriend update; the "how's the car" update; what book I'm reading; have you seen the movie yet and the like. It's a big piece of writing that I've put off because I suddenly feel lazy when I sit down to write it. Oh! and that I've been off the grid since I moved. Until last night.
I usually bore the recipients of the "life update" with totally meaningless bullshit like:
I missed the bottled-water man this morning. I didn't put out the empty but got a freshy. So on the way to work I dragged along my emptys and cruised through the city and roamed the streets looking for the truck. I found him and turned in my bottles. This brought me great joy as I didn't want the bottles hanging around for who knows how long.
I've gotten into eating chickenpotpies. They are so fucking good! I can't get enough of them. You try them "Hungryman" size chickenpotpies from the Swanson? Holy shit! Do yrself a favor and get one and 400 degrees/35 minutes it ASAP. You'll dance yr so happy.
I don't think Sammy cheated using the corked bat. I just think he made a mistake. I have made a mistake before. Actually I've made two.
The intruder cat hasn't been back for a while. Have I told you about the intruder cat? He's a grey and white little devil with yellow eyes and an offset Hitler moustache. He's really cute and quite ballsy: He sat on the top step of the front door steps while Fats and Porkchop sat on the inside looking out the "French-style" (Freedom) glass-panel door. My guy and girl were making that "I'm interested" meow and Intruder was staring them down. "Who are you two jerks" was the look on Intruder's face. I got a snap of it. I'll email it to ya.
Then I cut and paste a bunch of shitty fwded email jokes to lighten the mood. Then I sign off with a random meaningless quote. I google "meaningless quotation" and chuck that in. It's rather a "Fuck you quotation user" than anything meaningful. Unless Gomez Addams said it (in the series, not them idiot movies).
Tonight: Fish Bowl
Also: Find the Reference! NFG's: This returning TNSC activity is easy enough to participate in. One merely notices the title of the Rant (in this case "Jambalaya!"), then succinctly identifies what the title refers to in the body of the Rant. Click the link, send the email. Easy peasy.
Brother of Robot will be in attendance tonight. If he owes you drinks or money, now would be a great time to settle up.
Volny got smashed and kicked a wall last time we were here. Ha.
Bring yr pals. I will.
See you there!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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