And now, for another fuzzy, predictive session of….
Here’s To You!
So I raise my glass and say, “Here’s to you, groundhog!”
That’s right. Today, February 2, some groundhog in Pennsylvania emerged from his little hole, saw his shadow, shrieked, dived back into his hole, and shut the door with a sign that read “Will Return in 6 Weeks”. Hopefully by then, he thinks, the scary shadow will be gone.
Continue reading “Groundhog Day”
I was just thinking.
There’s a constellation called Cancer. It is the Crab. Cancer is also, because of the constellation, a zodiac sign for the late June and early July folks. Their sign is the Crab.
Cancer is also a disease! Interestingly enough, there is even another totally different disease colloquially called “crabs”.
Think about it!
Well, that’s about the only explanation I can give. Because it seems every time you see some picture of someone listening to an MP3 player, he or she is in this very intense, wizard-like pose. You know the one. Knees bent. Feet apart. One arm flexed with the fingers tightened at about ear-height. The other arm is stretched, palm out, fingers apart.
Continue reading “You Can Cast Spells While Listening To Your iPod!”
Ah, it’s a lovely treat. Since I’ve swept the Beginner, Intermediate, and Expert ranks so nicely, I’ve migrated to a Custom field. My choice Custom field? Same dimensions as the Expert field but with 140 mines rather than 99.
Why do I play Minesweeper? I play it not for the high scores, although they’re a nice bonus here and there. I play for the numbers. Ones, Twos, and Threes are common. Fours, too. Fives show up here and there as a reminder of just how easily you could lose. After all, at that point there’s more mines around than not. Six! Uh oh. But then we get to the more elusive top numbers, those not so common (so long as you’re not in the Custom 435, where they are pretty much the only non-mine squares).
Continue reading “Those Crazy Eights!”
Hamas won?! Are you fucking serious?
Look at this shit! (Washington Post. Free registration required.)
There I was at work yesterday, and in the lab they’ve got NPR on all day, which sucks because I was basically hearing the same three news stories over and over and over. What did I hear? Exit polls say Fatah will win over Hamas. Good. Hamas is a bunch of suicide bomb happy morons.
Continue reading “Oh, You’ve Got to Be Kidding!”
Here. Read this. It’s an LA Times article.
(And when/if that link goes bad, I’ve mirrored it here.)
Should I bother saying that Mike Males kicks all kinds of ass, or is that a given?
I’d so love to get a hold of one of his or other pro-youth books out there. I could use the youth rights ammo! I could use the caulk to patch holes in my arguments.
But, well, getting back to the matter at hand, let’s have a look at the aforementioned article.
Continue reading “Males Owns”
No, you don’t get much of a message from me, just click the link and enjoy!
ROFLMAO!!!!!!
😆
I spent the last couple of days helping my employer pack stuff up for their move to a new office. Not that far away. Just four floors up from where they were before. But, as my odd jobs often do, it got me thinking about all kinds of crap. About moving, of course. Well, I thought about other stuff too, but that stuff is none of your damn business. 😛
Continue reading “Moving”
Hmmm. I never would have guessed. 😉
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You scored as Biology. You should be a Biology major! You are passionate about the sciences, and you enjoy studying cell growth and evolutionary concepts which enable living organisms to survive. Pursue that!
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Ah, well, now that that’s done, I’ll just pull out my trusty college transcripts and see how they match up. Well, what do you know! Biology major and chemistry minor!
Washington 10
Seattle 20
Fuck you, Seahawks. I hope you choke.
Fuck you, Redskins. Get some fucking offense. Please.
Meh. Who cares? We beat Dallas.
Twice!
Until August, then. Redskins? I love you even though you always disappoint me. Seahawks? I’ll hate you until I feel like hating something else. Cowboys? I hate you, always have, always will, please die.
Thank you.
Now I’ll just return to taking out my anger on the NYRA forums.