Thursday, February 21, 2008
Friday, February 16, 2007
Bleeeeegh
I have to choose my living arrangements now, but it doesn't really matter since privacy is out the window anyhow. I'm not sure whether I want a two-person or four-person dorm room.
I'm so tired of trying to plan this out.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Bah, to hell with it.
Friday, January 19, 2007
It's all fun and games till the mother of three dies
Judy Linder, a registered nurse, was listening to the program and was so alarmed that she asked a colleague to call and warn the station."She told them you could die from water intoxication," Linder told ABC affiliate KXTV in Sacramento. "He [the disc jockey] pretty much blew that off and said they signed a release so, so what? Then he said why don't your guys come down here and do it, and we said because we don't want to die."
According to a tape of the show, the disc jockeys appeared to joke about the possible dangers of consuming too much water and alluded to a college student who had died during such a stunt in 2005."Yeah, we're aware of that," one of the disc jockeys said. Another disc jockey said: "Yeah. They signed releases, so we're not responsible. We're OK.""And if they get to the point where they have to throw up, then they're going to throw up, and they're out of the contest before they die, so that's good, right?" another disc jockey said.
And staff at the radio station knew Mrs. Strange was in pain.
Disc Jockey: "Jennifer, I heard you were not doing too well."
Strange:"My head hurts."
Disc Jockey: "Aw."
Strange: "They keep telling me it's the water. It will tell my head to hurt and that it will make me puke, but."
Disc Jockey: "Who told you that? The intern?"
Strange: "Yeah. It makes you. … It hurts, but it makes me feel lightheaded."
10 staff members - including the DJs - were fired as the result of this tragedy. Here's the big question: Should they have been fired, or was Mrs. Strange to blame for her own voluntary participation? Should the staff face legal charges and/or jail time for this tragedy?
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The good bishop Katie
Bishop Katherine Hartman
This, I maintain, is divine intervention; but unfortunately, my bank account pretty much has to have the right name. So I told the kind man to fix the problem, please and thank-you.
So, a week later, my debit card and checks show up with "Bishop Katherine Hartman" all over them, and I'm a little pissed.
Ironically, the bill for the checks came today. It was addressed to "Katherine J. Hartman." Go figure.
Cuuuute.
I'ma kill that boy.
Sort of.
The cord was still plugged into my computer, but it had been severed and the other end (where the headphones should be) was completely missing. The nice, unassuming side of me guessed that one of the dogs had gone and bitten the cord, but... well, I would have expected to find my headphones in several hundred pieces scattered about the room, like I find every other thing near and dear to my heart that the dogs take it upon themselves to destroy. Weird.
Over the past few days, this has been brewing in my mind. So I'm talking to mom today, and I just blurt it out:
"My ass-of-a-brother ruined them. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I know he did it."
She didn't even look up from the spreadsheet she was working on. "Well, I know his headphones got broken."
He broke his headphones, took mine, and then had the balls to plug in the useless severed cord from his pair.
And, you know, I can be unassuming. Even forgiving. But this isn't the first, or second, or even third time he's done something like this.
Gonna KILL that boy!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
The Panhandle Couchdwelling Squirrel, known in the scientific world as the 'fat bastard' of the animal kingdom, is a rare sight to behold in these parts. The appearance of this rare and elusive beast is often heralded by the exclamation, "Dear God, that fucker BIT me!" | |
Jesus, Son of God, begotten of the virgin Mary, comes to you today fresh from the sweatshops of China, ready to free you of your sins in the convenience and comfort of your own vehicle. You'll think twice about going 70 on a 65 highway when dashboard Jesus is your guide. | |
These two beloved cottontains (known to friends and family as Spike and Not-Spike) were released several months ago into the wilderness of Central Texas. Since then, local landowners have noted a rapid increase in the deaths and disappearances of livestock and several young children have been reported as missing. If you have any information about the whereabouts of these alleged 'bunnies,' please call your local law enforcement office. | |
I don't care what anyone says, My Little Ponies are dangerous, addictive motherfuckers. Crack cocaine for your inner child, if you will. |
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Peace = War, 1984-style
First off, Bush needs to start listening to the central recommendations of the bipartisan Iraq Study Group. The problem is that the committee and the President have different goals for Iraq: Bush wants to create a smashing military victory that will give him a 'graceful exit' from his altogether-crummy presidency, and the Iraq Study Group wants to soothe the violence in the Middle East and bring the conflict to an adequate close before more Americans and Iraqis lose their lives, whether or not that means a victory that will leave Bush in a favorable light.
Secondly, the President needs to recognize that engaging Syria and Iran in the negotiations surrounding Iraq is a much better idea than threatening them and ignoring attempts for further communication. Iraq's neighbors will play an important role in determining the country's future, and the last thing we need is for them to be pissed off at our occupation as we roll another twenty thousand troops in.
Sir Crab, your Suite awaits.
"10-gallon aquarium? Thermometer, sand, 'bed-a-beast'? And what the hell do they need more shells for?"
"They like a selection."
"What's wrong with the shells they've got?"
"What's wrong with them? Oh, please. Look at this: their shells have oval openings. They like them to be circular. And do the insides seem anything like mother of pearl to you? They want mother of pearl. Not to mention that their shells are way too thin. They're practically naked in there, Katie. Naked!"
Hermie One briefly tried on one of the new shells before returning to his old residency. I'm told that he was impressed with the quality but feels hesitant to relinquish the ambiance of his current home. His people will call our people.