um… guys, I brought bags and bags of virtual MOS Burger when I came in yesterday and no one’s eaten ANY (‘virtual’ means ‘pretend’, which also explains how I paid for the virtual MOS Burger, with virtual money).
and just to keep up appearances, here’s the appropriate >snerk<.
If I was from Iceland, surely it would be >sbërk<, yes?
Anyways, this half-assed sidelining is so I can talk about the NEW burger I had a MOS burger late last night. It was called Juju… uh… Jahem… uh…Jarjar…
I dunno what the hell it was called, but it was super delicioso, and I KNOW y’all (I got it right that time, didn’t I Swampy?) would want to know about it. It had a bit of carrot, and lots of steamed burdock and sesame seeds and some green stuff (which was kinda like beans or mountain veges or something and some seaweed and all on the rice-patty buns with some smokey teriyaki sauce. yummo!
The girl who served us was possibly an alien, cos she had these wierd penetrating contact lenses that made her eyes this artificial YELLOW* colour, I was going to bring this to her attention but then I thought it would be impolite to tell the body-snatcher that I had seen through her (‘its’?) cunning disguise.
She had a lanyard around her neck with restaurant ID and her train ticket, she didn’t have a lavalier, which is quite a different thing altogether and completely inappropriate to fast-food-style workplaces.
Do I get extra marks for working the assignment into my WMP? Hunh? Do I? Do I?
*I know that’s not actually yellow, but you can’t read the yellow against the background so I made an executive aesthetic decision
The POTUS is going to be at my installation in the next few days and I was asked if I would like to go see him “speak”. <snerk*>
My answer was a flat, emphatic, thanks, but no thanks. Firstly, it would be on my day off. Secondly, security, as you can well imagine, would be extremely high, so just getting on to post would be a major pain in the gluteus maximus. Thirdly, I would have to be there so early it’s ridiculous because they plan to start bussing the people over to where the POTUS is going to “speak” <snerk*> at 0600 and the POTUS wouldn’t even arrive until a few hours later. Finally, it would be rather hypocritical of me to go because I didn’t vote for him, don’t care for his policies, resent his seemingly utter disdain, disrespect, and dislike for civil servants, and just plain don’t trust him.
Don’t get me wrong. I think he has one of the hardest jobs in the world, and frankly, I couldn’t do it. I do respect the “office”, but I just can’t respect him.
My husband thought I was nuts, but I’ve made my mind up.
Dangergene there’s no burger in that burger! There’s just some coloredy veggie sticks, some bun-approximation, and what appears to be a square of nori. That is a sammich. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I liked the little diagram showing how the ‘burger’ is made. I would think that’d look cool on a t-shirt and would compliment my yellow eyes. Because I want some of them too.
Shhh, scout! I am not having any trouble with my car, never have. In fact I don’t even have a car. Move along Car Gods, nothing to see here.
Taters, you ought to go and then we’ll sit in the back and make comments and roll our eyes. Education president my fanny… Which reminds me, Swampbear, you need to go check out some girl anatomy. I’ll wait while you go get a book. No no, put that woman back where you found her! Okay, see the picture of the lady? Open your eyes, it is not either oogy! No snerks on girls, usually. Pretty much always a boy thing are snerks. What you were thinking of, while they might have pointy parts, are generally rounded over all. There are exceptions, but that lesson is for tomorrow. Plus I notice your attention has been diverted by the burly poolboy section of the anatomy book.
There’s a burly poolboy section in anatomy books?! 'Scuse me while I head on over to my favorite independent bookstore. Where there’s burly, there may well be brawny!
dangergene ya done good with y’all. I’m proud. Also, if you’ll look again, I personally ate at least six of those MOS burgers.
Ashes[sup]2[/sup] I know all about boy pointy things from personal experience as well as extensive research. BTW, girls have noses. Those are pointy, So There! Besides, those two thingys girls have on their chests look all pointy under sweaters and stuff. Boy pointy things don’t point unless ya free em up first. MMMMMMMM… burly anatomy.
Ashes, you beat me to it! I was gonna ask Dangergene, “Where’s the BEEF???!!”
The POTUS is in my neck of the woods (sorta) today. He flew into McDill AFB this morning. McDill…sorta sounds like it could be a franchise for MOS Burgers, dudn’t it? <snerk>
I just finally figured out what POTUS means. I think.
Crap, we’ve got an election in a week or two. I’ve got to make an Informed Decision. I’ll only make one if I can fid my Informed Decision hat, which is packed in a box somewhere.
I am playing hooky from work today! Well, not really hooky…I asked on rather short notice if I could take today off and was told I could.
My coffee is black and strong, one of the kids is already at school, the second will leave in about half an hour; the sun is shining and the weather forecast is extremely pleasant, and I am sitting here at the 'puter not feeling guilty about taking a quick peek into the SDMB.
Hubby has all this week off, so he and I and some friends are going to go bowling, drink a few beers, and enjoy ourselves. Bowling is REALLY, REALLY cheap during the week in the daytime at a particular bowling alley in the next town. Then we’ll come home and I’ll plant the $100.00 worth of plants I bought this last weekend.
Okay, the planting part is a “plan”, I really hope to get to it, but sometimes I just get involved in other things. I also hope to talk the hubby into getting the correct parts to repair our broken mower. Long story, I won’t go into it. It’s in the Pit.
Well, I just heard the toilet flush, so I guess the hubby is up which means I’ll get kicked off this computer now.
Gah! Swampbear, is your name Edgar? Were you in my third period art class? Because this pointy snerk thing is going about as well as teaching Edgar how to watercolor. But you know what? I am far far away from the classroom and the lure of contemplating pointy snerks of the burly male variety moves me to simply smile and let sleeping bears lie (or lay).
Nutella is good, welby especially on a bit of french bread. But best is a chocolate roll thingy. At the french bakery across the border you can get pan de chocolate, which is spanish for pain au chocolate. Chocolate inside a squarish croissant roll sort of thing. You know what I’m talking about! They’re my favorite for taste. My favorite for looks is the little baguettes they make to look like crocodiles. They make for delightful sammiches.
Which reminds me it’s nearly lunch. I have some steak all ready to go on the grill. Do you think I dare one more time before it becomes illegal to grill on my balcony?
Plus, I always want to read POTUS as potato ass. Make of this what you will.
I feel guilty, because welby certainly deserves more effort on my part than he’s been getting. Trouble is, I’m just not feeling the funny this week. I’m not feeling the mildly amusing or even the barely tolerable either. I’m counting on you guys to help me out here.
On the up side, I finally found a use for the stupid cell phone. See, today is my mom’s birthday, and I wanted to call her and say “Happy Birthday, Mom” and all that, but I stupidly left my phone book at home. At first I thought, “I’ll just call her when I get home” but then I remembered that I’d stored all the important numbers in the stupid cell phone, so I used the stupid cell phone to call my mom and wish her a happy birthday. That’s probably going to be it until my dad’s birthday in December.
When I get home I’m going to try it out as a doorstop.
Everytime I see <snerk> I envision a cross between Eddie Haskels, a nerd with black glasses that slide down his nose and Alfred E. Neuman. Since swampy keeps saying <snerk>, I’m starting to associate this image with him, and I don’t want to do that. Why not? Because in my mind, swampy is the epitome of the Great Gay Godling, a flamboyant interior decorator Southern Gentleman, a bronzed beer-bellied bearhug of a man–in other words, not a <snerk> kinda guy.
But, George W. Bush, our POTUS, alos looks like Alfred E. Neuman, and he’s definately a <snerk> kinda guy, so I’ll just work to transpose the images.
I think both POTUS and SCOTUS bring to mind images of socially unacceptable diseases–the words, the the actual institutions.
Ex you could try playing the stupid games on your cell phone. They’re truly stupid (least the ones on mine are) but entertaining while waiting in airports, malls (I’m betting you do some mall sitting while Angel Pants shops) and stuff. Making annoying noises with all the different rings is also entertaining. Changing your voicemail greeting is also fun. I once did various belches and armpit noises just to listen to em. Writing really weird text messages you have no intention of sending while sitting in an endless meeting is also fun.
-swampy (sometimes ya gotta entertain yerself with what’s available at the time)
Swampy! You are gonna make Kallessa’s visualizing job all that much harder talking about burping and foofing noisies! :dubious: <snerk> <snerk> <snort!>
Why blush thanky kindly Kalley. Though I’m not real flamboyant. In fact, I act kinda conservative most of the time. That is until I’ve had a couple beers and put on some of those funky “gay music” cds and start acting a fool. I am a Southern Gentleman. I do happen to have a bronzed beer belly. I am bearish. My actual interior decorator expertise lies in knowing that you don’t do stuff like mix plaid and leopard prints and stuff like that. I mean, you can’t have a plaid sofa and leopard print accent pillows, but that’s just common sense. Everybody knows that right?
BTW, I did sign paychecks first thing this morning. Even came in at 7:30 to do so. See, I ain’t so bad after all. Everybody was much nicer today too. Maybe a lesson has been learned.
I’m not feeling the funny this week either, but I thought I’d better stop in and let y’all know I’m still alive and haven’t been arrested by the IRS or nuthin’ yet. I’ve a very busy last few days, but oddly enuogh, I don’t feel like talking about it, for a change. (hold your applause).
Very nice job on your opening statement Welby. That’ll be reflected on your permanent record.
You know I’ve always found the POTUS’s remarks somewhat odiferous Tupug, but nobody ever 'splained it to me like that before, thanks.
Dangergene, you’ve got me wantin’ some MOSburgers. I always like to try new foods. I’ve tried oysters several times, fer instance. Still hate ‘em. But I keep hopin’. The little woman loves 'em is why.
BTW Swampy, I’m gonna be in your neck of the woods in a few days. I’ll be in Etlanner from the 26th through about the 29th or 30th. But I can’t see any way to make it down to Leesburg for a beer. Just didn’t want you to feel slighted or anything.
BTW, girls have noses. Those are pointy, So There! Besides, those two thingys girls have on their chests look all pointy under sweaters and stuff. Boy pointy things don’t point unless ya free em up first. MMMMMMMM… burly anatomy.