dirty secrets
Theories about why it's been so long since my last post:
1) Tim was abducted in his sleep by extraterrestrials. As he was about to be returned, the female portion of the alien species aboard the ship came across him, collectively swooned, and demanded that he be chained into a furnished cell and labeled Sex Slave posthaste;
2) Following a series of skirmishes with the East India Trading Company, Timothy and a small group of rebels managed to storm the outpost in Delhi, procure the entire supply of hunting rifles, and send those colonials back to Britain or Hell, depending on how the rifles were shooting;
3) After waking from a four-day binge of pizza, salsa, and beer, Tim found himself imprisoned in Mexico, somewhere near Oaxaca. Gradually he befriended and romanced the warden's daughter, who sent word to Jose Cuervo himself, who rode in on a burro and kicked enough ass to embarrass Santa Anna himself;
4) After seeing his friends and family scourged, burnt, and exiled for their beliefs in the Incan God of Wiffleball, Tim set sail for the new world (Knoxville) and founded his own private cult. You can find him between the hours of nine and seven in the large white tent next to Highway 5;
But of course only one of these accounts holds the truth.
completely off subject: i learned today that before Dubaya Dubaya 2 only one country had official standards for biomedical testing. Know which one? The answer is written upside down at the bottom of this post .... ah, hell with it. It was Germany. Funny. Well . . . not really. But you know.
If anyone wants a free year's subscription to the North American Review, I can send out either four or five. It's mostly nonfic, fiction, and poetry, so if anyone is all into reading, comment with your addy. I could think of a few people who might be interested, but thought it would be easier just to ask everyone at the same time.
I started playing FF VII today . . . five years worth of prodding and recommendations all coalesced today in me going down to Gamestop for a copy. The clerk sold me a copy that didn't work, and when I got back he had to go through three more used copies to find one that hadn't already been scratched all to hell. This one's working . . . so far.
Also, thanks, Morgan, for giving me and the Head the lead on the apartment. Maybe if we're reeeeeeall lucky, things'll turn out okeydokey.
1) Tim was abducted in his sleep by extraterrestrials. As he was about to be returned, the female portion of the alien species aboard the ship came across him, collectively swooned, and demanded that he be chained into a furnished cell and labeled Sex Slave posthaste;
2) Following a series of skirmishes with the East India Trading Company, Timothy and a small group of rebels managed to storm the outpost in Delhi, procure the entire supply of hunting rifles, and send those colonials back to Britain or Hell, depending on how the rifles were shooting;
3) After waking from a four-day binge of pizza, salsa, and beer, Tim found himself imprisoned in Mexico, somewhere near Oaxaca. Gradually he befriended and romanced the warden's daughter, who sent word to Jose Cuervo himself, who rode in on a burro and kicked enough ass to embarrass Santa Anna himself;
4) After seeing his friends and family scourged, burnt, and exiled for their beliefs in the Incan God of Wiffleball, Tim set sail for the new world (Knoxville) and founded his own private cult. You can find him between the hours of nine and seven in the large white tent next to Highway 5;
But of course only one of these accounts holds the truth.
completely off subject: i learned today that before Dubaya Dubaya 2 only one country had official standards for biomedical testing. Know which one? The answer is written upside down at the bottom of this post .... ah, hell with it. It was Germany. Funny. Well . . . not really. But you know.
If anyone wants a free year's subscription to the North American Review, I can send out either four or five. It's mostly nonfic, fiction, and poetry, so if anyone is all into reading, comment with your addy. I could think of a few people who might be interested, but thought it would be easier just to ask everyone at the same time.
I started playing FF VII today . . . five years worth of prodding and recommendations all coalesced today in me going down to Gamestop for a copy. The clerk sold me a copy that didn't work, and when I got back he had to go through three more used copies to find one that hadn't already been scratched all to hell. This one's working . . . so far.
Also, thanks, Morgan, for giving me and the Head the lead on the apartment. Maybe if we're reeeeeeall lucky, things'll turn out okeydokey.
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