Those heartless prostitutes are only in it for the money...
To address previous comments not yet addressed:
1) Very well, I yield the camels on the Des Moines/Albia debate. Fighting was fierce but I was swayed and will be in Albia Saturday. Actually, I already was going to be. But now I will probably also be there Friday. Ooooooh.
2) Morgan is definitely right about that whole flag-planting-in-chisseled-human-remains theory; those are undeniably the most satisfying kills. I guess it's some unexplainable pleasure that comes from running with a flag, being blocked by some jackass in front of you who's madly shooting and yelling into his headset that "HE'SHEREHE'SHEREHE'SLEAVINGOHGODHEREBITCHHERETAKEITBITCH," and then dispatching said jackass with one simple blow to the head with the bottom of a fucking flag.
3) Puzzle pirates . . . has yet to capture me. I think I'm too antsy for it, even with all my pirate love.
4) The Fountain doesn't come out for about a million trillion years. Or at least a few months. How many of you have seen Pi, anyway? Scrote was an avid fan of that movie. I think I have his copy, actually…maybe.
5) I'll have to check out the "Bicuriosity . . . Satisfied" link at home, but it definitely is intriguing. With all the personal internet warnings we've been issued, accessing the blog is nerve-wracking enough. If I cut off in mid-sentence, it means that government bee-men buzzed up here and took me by the ankles. I'll at least hit 'post' on my way down.
As a concession to the fact that I should be doing something work-related (and this will be redundant because of the chat box): anyone know of jobs in Iowa for philosophy Ph.D.s? That aren't academic? No. No, I didn't think so. This is the sort of thing I have to look into alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day. "He wants to be a full-time cartoonist…but he can't leave Knoxville" "Can you find employment openings for movie stuntmen in Des Moines?"
The word "derryberry" is coming to mind. Can anyone remember why? This is a real question. Damn it. Maybe it's just someone's last name. I'm seeing: TV news . . .
Ryan, the ridiculous technology that will replace karaoke as your one true calling is detailed at www.wired.com. Probably today only, and then you'd have to dig through the archives like an old man elbow-deep in the dumpsters behind the Adult Emporium.
Amish is not coming here tonight. In light of the upcoming Days of You People Who Aren't Usually Here, I might do the old man thing and stay in tonight.
Bil took some pretty niftywifty shots of . . . what some of us were doing . . . last time I was at his abode. Still thinking about putting those up? Just curious.
The bastard with the car sold it someone else. TO SOMEONE ELSE! God damn you, Bastard with the Car! I had a pocket full of money! Now I'm going to send that money to the credit card people and YOU will not get it! Damn you to hell. Damn you to hell's gay bar.
Yesterday, whilst listening to a little Tales from the Crypt audio (hokey, so terribly hokey), I read disability newsletters. Several contained news that really seemed quite whiney. First a lot of disabled newswriters are pissed because of government usage of words like 'handicapped' and 'slow.' Okay, heard of that before. Then a lot are upset because a cerebral palsy kid got tranferred from one department to the other at wal-mart. Then a bunch were pissed off about the movie 'million dollar baby' depicting the assisted-suicide of a handicapped person. Then, finally, the last one: an article criticizing prostitutes in the UK of being 'too cold' and 'uncaring' when they were visited for services. One disabled writer complained, in all seriousness, that 'they're only in it for the money.'
PLUS:Albia News classifieds. Melrose is selling the school? And what the hell is a "womanized" wooden handicap ramp?
1) Very well, I yield the camels on the Des Moines/Albia debate. Fighting was fierce but I was swayed and will be in Albia Saturday. Actually, I already was going to be. But now I will probably also be there Friday. Ooooooh.
2) Morgan is definitely right about that whole flag-planting-in-chisseled-human-remains theory; those are undeniably the most satisfying kills. I guess it's some unexplainable pleasure that comes from running with a flag, being blocked by some jackass in front of you who's madly shooting and yelling into his headset that "HE'SHEREHE'SHEREHE'SLEAVINGOHGODHEREBITCHHERETAKEITBITCH," and then dispatching said jackass with one simple blow to the head with the bottom of a fucking flag.
3) Puzzle pirates . . . has yet to capture me. I think I'm too antsy for it, even with all my pirate love.
4) The Fountain doesn't come out for about a million trillion years. Or at least a few months. How many of you have seen Pi, anyway? Scrote was an avid fan of that movie. I think I have his copy, actually…maybe.
5) I'll have to check out the "Bicuriosity . . . Satisfied" link at home, but it definitely is intriguing. With all the personal internet warnings we've been issued, accessing the blog is nerve-wracking enough. If I cut off in mid-sentence, it means that government bee-men buzzed up here and took me by the ankles. I'll at least hit 'post' on my way down.
As a concession to the fact that I should be doing something work-related (and this will be redundant because of the chat box): anyone know of jobs in Iowa for philosophy Ph.D.s? That aren't academic? No. No, I didn't think so. This is the sort of thing I have to look into alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day. "He wants to be a full-time cartoonist…but he can't leave Knoxville" "Can you find employment openings for movie stuntmen in Des Moines?"
The word "derryberry" is coming to mind. Can anyone remember why? This is a real question. Damn it. Maybe it's just someone's last name. I'm seeing: TV news . . .
Ryan, the ridiculous technology that will replace karaoke as your one true calling is detailed at www.wired.com. Probably today only, and then you'd have to dig through the archives like an old man elbow-deep in the dumpsters behind the Adult Emporium.
Amish is not coming here tonight. In light of the upcoming Days of You People Who Aren't Usually Here, I might do the old man thing and stay in tonight.
Bil took some pretty niftywifty shots of . . . what some of us were doing . . . last time I was at his abode. Still thinking about putting those up? Just curious.
The bastard with the car sold it someone else. TO SOMEONE ELSE! God damn you, Bastard with the Car! I had a pocket full of money! Now I'm going to send that money to the credit card people and YOU will not get it! Damn you to hell. Damn you to hell's gay bar.
Yesterday, whilst listening to a little Tales from the Crypt audio (hokey, so terribly hokey), I read disability newsletters. Several contained news that really seemed quite whiney. First a lot of disabled newswriters are pissed because of government usage of words like 'handicapped' and 'slow.' Okay, heard of that before. Then a lot are upset because a cerebral palsy kid got tranferred from one department to the other at wal-mart. Then a bunch were pissed off about the movie 'million dollar baby' depicting the assisted-suicide of a handicapped person. Then, finally, the last one: an article criticizing prostitutes in the UK of being 'too cold' and 'uncaring' when they were visited for services. One disabled writer complained, in all seriousness, that 'they're only in it for the money.'
PLUS:Albia News classifieds. Melrose is selling the school? And what the hell is a "womanized" wooden handicap ramp?
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