I really like how halfway through season one of Revenge, Max Payne joins the cast. Awesome.

If the girl sitting at the cube over from me says ā€œBut, I digressā€ one more time I think I will beat her with my Swingline. She says it 10 times a day and has NO idea what it even means.

So the move continues. As does uncovering ancient games. I just found the original box for Anarchy Online. It is complete. Map, manual, receipt (including $159 for a 17" CRT monitor that I purchased at the same time). As well it has printouts for a decent game map. And hand written instructions about where to go and where not to.

What it does not contain is my furious anger at being one of the first people to play it. No box could contain that frustration.

Oh, and also, a Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace box. Also in pristine condition and full of hurt.

What the heck was the song Shock the Monkey actually about?

Do you have a monkey? If you do, have you ever put headphones on it and showed it the video?

If you say no to either question…

You will never know. You will never know.

Do not now start thinking, ā€œI will find a monkey. And I will put headphones on it. And I will know.ā€

Because it is not done that way. This is a video made by and made for monkey owners [I]from way back.

[/I]If you get a monkey for this reason, the monkey will know. The monkeys always know.

And trust me this will anger the monkey. You don’t want to anger the monkey. So go back to your monkeyless world. Be happy in that world.

And never ask this question again.

Foxed the fox; rat on the rat. You can make believe. I know about that.

Isn’t it ā€œYou can ape the ape…?ā€

Which begs the question,* does she actually digress?

(*See what I did there?)

No, because that would mean I have been wrong for nearly thirty years and I find that concept inconceivable.

Enh. I shared an office with someone who said that too, and roughly as often. She was perfectly correct every time she said it. Those observations were still annoying, and so were the digressions that preceded them.

Also (in e-mail): ā€œOpps!ā€

Sweet FUCK! ā€œOOPS!ā€ Not ā€œOpps!ā€ Fucking ā€œOOPS!ā€ Two goddamn "o"s for the ā€œooā€ sound. How the hell could ā€œooā€ come from two fucking "p"s?

It is a RHETORICAL QUESTION.

Merciful God, it can’t be more than one or two steps from ā€œOpps!ā€ to eating your own ppo.

lol’d!

Why would you want to eat a preferred provider organization?

Wow, this thread is seriously broken–it now shows two phantom pages beyond the actual last page. I’d only ever seen one phantom page.

The Moving Poem

Attic dirt under my fingernails
Can hardly get to sleep
Too much to think about
Have a deadline to keep

I’m moving.

Four floors of stuff
Collected in fifty years
Throwing out what I love
Basted with my tears

I’m moving.

Hurry, fucking hurry
Sure that’s easy for you
This is tearing my heart up
You don’t have a fucking clue

I’m moving.

Get rid of this, get rid of that
Do you know what you’re asking me?
We have one fucking week left
This is not where I want to be

I’m moving.

Grandpa and grandma
Lived here, it was cool
I lived here all my life
Moving from here is cruel

I’m dying.

Sorry Rich.

So one night last week I’m watching He-Man on qubo, and it’s an episode written by Paul Dini. He-Man goes into an alternate universe of furries. It was less formulaic than most episodes of this retarded show, which was nice — but the best thing about it was that Ram-Man, who is normally an idiotic incompetent who never successfully rams anything, launched no fewer than THREE successful ram attacks. He rams Trapjaw right the fuck down, he rams a whole line of evil robots controlled by the evil rabbit in the furryverse, and he rams…I forget what else, but it made three. I was so happy for Ram-Man.

While standing in line at Chipotle today for my lunch, I noticed the numerous signs pointing out that they use meat from animals raised humanely. This got me to thinking about the taste difference between humanely raised chicken and chicken raised by an abusive, drunken farmer who wakes up in the morning, marches straight out to his barn and just punches the living crap out of the first hen he sees. I’m talking about a farmer who forces all the animals on his farm to watch a looped tape of Cop Rock 24/7. The kind of farmer that announces his presence in the barn with the back of his hand and a barrage of belittling comments that would crush a man.

…but I didn’t ask, cause how do you do so without coming off like a villain? Sometimes society just holds us back. :(

You know Brian, there was a car show in my neighborhood this weekend and I saw something there that made me think of you.

Hell, thy name is packing.

OHMAGHERD!!! Kermitflail

Sorry man, good luck. Totally stealing this by the way.