Here’s a random thought: some new posters seem to be posting rather randomly, almost as if they want to get to 50 posts ASAP for some reason.

Oh, Neddy.

Hey, sometimes random thoughts are not accurate thoughts. You never know.

I think I’m feeling a little cranky after today’s run and with my Internet connection being a bit slow tonight.

Drinking whiskey out of an Albert Einstein mug.

My roommate has effectively moved out and left a bunch of stuff in the fridge that he says I can have. Six bottles of beer are the highlight, but I don’t know what I’m going to do with Costco super package of butter and giant jar of mayo he left.

So tired of typing in Cyrillic characters. Not sure why I’m considering a career involving my current language of study, again.

Science needs to figure out what one is supposed to do when one needs to sneeze while urination is taking place.

You know what I f’ing hate? When people at work pull me into the conference room to review a file I know nothing about and had absolutely no prior involvement with, and then expect me to attend a client meeting because now I’m the expert on the matter.

It’s not my file! I’ve barely even heard of the client! All I can do is dig through the papers and try and fake it. My answers will all be of the “I don’t know, but I can check…” variety.

Oh, and calling me on my day off to let me know that the meeting is first thing tomorrow morning, so I have absolutely no chance to prepare for it. That’s nice, too. I guess I should be happy they gave me any advance notice whatsoever.

I hear ya. There’s 2 5-gallon buckets of butter in my fridge right now. Who needs that much butter? Ever?

a) You can fit two five-gallon buckets of ANYTHING in your fridge? Damn!

b) Perhaps he thought butter was like the universal substance. Use it to grease stuck hinges, as a substitute for tanning lotion, hair gel, shoe polish, etc.

I meant 5-lb tubs!

Lube? Naked butter wrastlin’?

He really likes brownies.

You will have the answer in RobotPants 2.0. Seriously though, just sniff really hard. It will either suppress the sneeze reflex long enough or cause your bladder to contract, depending on the relative urgency of either, and Robert is your mother’s brother.

H.

WarrenM’s foodstuff of the year?

Possibly the only useful thing I ever learned from Everquest. If you feel the urge to sneeze, use your finger to press just below the nostrils. It will stop it. I don’t know if it’s psychological, but it has never failed to work when I remember to do it.

Thank you Eruvae’s 6 year-old kid.

Well. Today I was told that I’m going to have to be playing a part I’d initially auditioned for but not got (to my disappointment). Just a basic play, but it’s come as a bit of a shock.

You know, joy followed by “Oh, wait, shit - I’ve actually got to do this”

Ha, that happened to me once. Didn’t get the part, got a call two weeks before opening saying that the girl they’d cast dropped out and could I do it?

Hells yes!

Congrats.

White Male Privilege would be a great name for a band.

And now I’ve come down with a fucking cold. Urghhh.