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digitaldisciplineCranky, for nothing to do with the calendar. We're not doing anything special - just hitting the local Pho joint for dinner.
Hooray, stiffness that the substitute chiropractor didn't do shit about last week. Bah. Your chilly, cadaverous hands were not terribly theraputic, sir.
I was a big ball of stupid and suck pretty much all day yesterday[1], and then we went to the Lightning/Coyotes game. At my worst, I'm still better than 93% of the goddamned population.
- "Sweet Moses," when bemoaned by a young teenager, is really not a very good expression of disappointment and frustration.
- K & I were rooting for the 'yotes just to shut the people around us up. The Diesel Sweeties (as I term the fuck-ugly, tank-shaped family who sit behind us) were in full throat, and don't know shit about the sport, despite having season tickets. At one point, I finally turned around and pointed out that a team's Shot On Goal total won't change if a player shoots and misses the net completely. It's called a "Shot On Goal" for a reason, you chattering fucktarp. And tell your sister, the one who enthusiastically voted for Bush, to STFU about her job. I really don't care about management strategies at the best of times, and certainly not while watching a hockey game I've paid good money to see.
- It's a little alarming to see a plastic-surgery aficionadess north of sixty sporting a brand-new tramp stamp. Where "alarming" is a polite euphemism for SWEET BLEEDING MONKEY CHRIST BE GONE FROM MY SIGHT.
- You know that seen from "Total Recall" where Ah-nold is inside the prosthetic woman outfit? Imagine her in a blue track suit, eyes bugged out... for no reason at all. "Two.... weeks." *Ka-pow!*
[1] - Nothing pisses me off more than a user who tries to game my department, except possibly problems that are created by vendor inattentiveness, or problems that won't replicate or appear & go away without any explanation. All three of these were participants yesterday morning, contributing to my complete lack of rhythm and routine, which nearly caused important things to be forgotten, and then a couple of us got to stay late but not get OT for it because our time sheets had already been signed off on.
Blah blah blah fucksticks.
Why, yes, I am a catty bitch when I'm cranky.
Hooray, stiffness that the substitute chiropractor didn't do shit about last week. Bah. Your chilly, cadaverous hands were not terribly theraputic, sir.
I was a big ball of stupid and suck pretty much all day yesterday[1], and then we went to the Lightning/Coyotes game. At my worst, I'm still better than 93% of the goddamned population.
- "Sweet Moses," when bemoaned by a young teenager, is really not a very good expression of disappointment and frustration.
- K & I were rooting for the 'yotes just to shut the people around us up. The Diesel Sweeties (as I term the fuck-ugly, tank-shaped family who sit behind us) were in full throat, and don't know shit about the sport, despite having season tickets. At one point, I finally turned around and pointed out that a team's Shot On Goal total won't change if a player shoots and misses the net completely. It's called a "Shot On Goal" for a reason, you chattering fucktarp. And tell your sister, the one who enthusiastically voted for Bush, to STFU about her job. I really don't care about management strategies at the best of times, and certainly not while watching a hockey game I've paid good money to see.
- It's a little alarming to see a plastic-surgery aficionadess north of sixty sporting a brand-new tramp stamp. Where "alarming" is a polite euphemism for SWEET BLEEDING MONKEY CHRIST BE GONE FROM MY SIGHT.
- You know that seen from "Total Recall" where Ah-nold is inside the prosthetic woman outfit? Imagine her in a blue track suit, eyes bugged out... for no reason at all. "Two.... weeks." *Ka-pow!*
[1] - Nothing pisses me off more than a user who tries to game my department, except possibly problems that are created by vendor inattentiveness, or problems that won't replicate or appear & go away without any explanation. All three of these were participants yesterday morning, contributing to my complete lack of rhythm and routine, which nearly caused important things to be forgotten, and then a couple of us got to stay late but not get OT for it because our time sheets had already been signed off on.
Blah blah blah fucksticks.
Why, yes, I am a catty bitch when I'm cranky.
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