I found the world’s best salad dressing the other day. It’s Marie’s Feta Cheese and Herb, and it’s generally kept in the produce section of the grocery store, by the bagged salads. It’s very yummy.
I tried that salad dressing once. It was really good. Unfortuantely, that same night I eneded up in the ER with uncontrollable vomiting. I am sure it had nothing to do with the salad dressing, but now I associate the two, and cannot bring myself to eat it again.
The folder icons for this MB, that I used to be able to see but now for some reason cannot, are visible to me when I look at the MB on a different screeen name.
I am watching TV and they just showed a little video clip of a zoo worker cleaning up behind an elephant. The worker stood up at the exact same time the elephant backed up a little, and the poor worker’s face went right into the elephant’s butt. First time in 2 days that I have managed to smile.
Remember "Baby on board " signs??
It took me a long time to recognize them for what they really were. “Baby on Board” signs were always displayed in the windows of cars which were behaving the rudest, nost erratic, most dangerous, least sociable manner.
It was as if the driver was saying “Dont’ dare get in my way by doing something STUPID like obeying the law while I’m in a hurry . Hey, I’ve got a baby in here!”
The implication was “If I hit you while careening back and forth in four lanes of traffic at 82 MPH and MY BABY GETS HURT . . . it will be your fault.” which is clearly terrorist logic.
That thought soon cleared up the matter for me . . this insignia was not a declaration of family devotion, but a clear indicator of a hostage situation!
Stay outta my way, or this baby gets it!
Louis WuI have a new mini obsession:
The move EverAfter and the guy who plays Prince Henry. Yum.
They lived happily everafter. What is more important is, that they lived.
I was reading “The Annotated Alice” the other day - it belongs to my new roommate in the apartment I just moved to - and gained sudden enlightenment as to the origins of “Rilchiam”. I sat for a half-hour just thinking about it. Maximum satori!!! I was pretty impressed.
All Hail Unca Cecil, or the next best thing available!
I’m not too happy today.
My schedule for my classes next year won’t work. I’m taking some honors classes. I can only take Honors Analysis sixth period because of my other classes, and Music Theory & Appreciation is only offered sixth period. So I guess I have to wait until my senior year to take Theory. I’ve been told that the class is a pain, but I want to learn more about musical things. I’m far from a great musician, but I enjoy learning about music. I don’t know what class I’ll take instead.
It’s Friday evening. I have no life. I will continue to have no life tomorrow. I’m a boring person, so this probably won’t change anytime soon.
Tomorrow I at least get to play in the Spring Tubafest. I’ll have to get up early though.
After that, I have to work on a history project. My group is planning on working until we get it done.
Either I have a lot of homework, or I’m getting lazy.
Next Thursday, I’m going on a trip to Virginia Beach with my high school band. We leave 3:30 PM on Thursday, and get back 8:30 PM Sunday. All the competitions (jazz band, two concert groups, marching band, and indoor guard) have been crammed into Friday. I’m in all of them except the guard. This trip takes a lot of preparation, but I’m excited.
Neil
“. . .they could as easily have been carrying euphoniums and wearing war paint for all the notice their quarry would have taken of them.”
-Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe, and Everything
I’m at work, and there’s nobody in the lab. Therefore, I’m currently getting paid to do absosmurfly nothing.
I have a really, really bad Hootie and the Blowfish song in my head.
I’m craving a grilled chicken Caesar salad. I just had one on Tuesday. I think this is a disease.
I’m thinking about taking this guy out to eat raw oysters with me, because he’s never had them and I love them. Does anyone think this is a bad idea?
DB, you can resolve this with a few mental questions:
- Does he have a history of squeamishness?
- Will your opinion of him drop precipitously if he gags and barfs on the restaurant floor?
- Has he actually expressed an interest in this activity, or merely mentioned that he’s never done it (along the same lines as, “You know, I’ve never had sex with a sheep…”)
If the answer to 1) is yes, then don’t do it unless you’re going for laughs.
If the answer to 2) is yes, then do it now and get rid of him quickly before he has a chance to get attached to you.
If the answer to 3) is yes, then maybe you’ll want to hold off for a while until you get a clearer idea of whether or not he actually wants to eat raw oysters. And if he doesn’t, see 2).
Good luck! Slurp one for me!
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I was reading “The Annotated Alice” the other day - it belongs to my new roommate in the apartment I just moved to - and gained sudden enlightenment as to the origins of “Rilchiam”. I sat for a half-hour just thinking about it. Maximum satori!!! I was pretty impressed.
Heehee! I’m glad you’re impressed!
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
Drain Bead:Computer Lab?
At least they give you the internet. I have cut my Internet use at work quite a bit, in case they think I use it too much for entertainment and cut me off.I would only have e mail left then.They are already blocking the Straight Dope and Yahoo partly for me.My use will soon be catalogued with exact lists of pages visited.But, they own the computer(this is in industry)…
Yeah, I work in the school computer labs, helping people and making sure that there’s paper in the printers. On Fridays, I spend my time in a lab that’s generally deserted.
heh. At my college, they’re called “Computer Pods”. A friend of mine who worked at one of the higher rungs of that ladder before he graduated called the people who worked in the computer pods, “Pod People”.
Seriously, it is fun to hang out there on the nights when no one is supposed to be there. I don’t work there, but I know people who do, and sometimes I stop by to say hi (or ask a computer-related favor 
)
Then again, since the W95.CIH (chernobyl) virus afflicted about 1/3 of the personal computers on campus, I imagine the pods have been busy even on Friday nights (the pods have Win NT, which W95.CIH does not affect. I, on the other hand, had Win 98. . .)
Now, to post something relevent to the thread
This weekend is the last weekend before final exams, and so many students have invited their parents up to help them move out (since they kick us out of dorms w/in 24hrs of our last exam). It was almost funny, watching people run to and from their cars yesterday, in the pouring rain. . .
good luck on finals everyone!
“I’m just too much for human existence – I should be animated.”
–Wayne Knight
Today Greg had a Special Olympics award dinner. He received a t-shirt and passes to a lot of cool places in town, I’m so proud of him!
MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!
I just thought I’d share some thoughts.
I hate Bob.
I wish he would die.
I hate his harley.
I hate his new entertainment system.
I hate his Wrangler.
I hate his kids.
I hate inability to save money.
I hate his temper.
Next time he thinks about being tough, I’ll be waiting with a kick to his knees.
I hate his stupidity.
I hate his infidelity.
I hate his computer.
I hate his pool table.
I hate his remodled bathroom.
I hate the new carpet.
I hate his moods.
I hate Bob.
Everyone should learn to hate Bob.
I hate my step-dad.
Ahhh, I feel better now.
The only normal people are the one’s you don’t know very well. -Joe Ancis
I hurt. as a matter of fact I hurt like hell. A woman of my dreams called me a lier and a cheat and walked out of my life…“this IS goodbye” and she was gone. I did lie to her, long time ago…I also owned up to it…and thought I was forgiven…(or so I was told) But I have not cheated on her…never ever have I done that. I hurt…a lot…I want this to end…and soon.
Cogito Ergo Vroom
I think therefore I ride fast…
I made up with the Boy. All is well.
Hannu,
I’m sorry for your loss, and I know how bad it hurts when this happens. I recently (2 years ago) went through pretty much the same thing, and it took me a good year to put it behind me. Just remember it will get better, day by day, until you can’t remember why you were so upset. They say “Time heals all wounds”. I firmly believe this is true. Hang in there, it will get better.
Hey Drain Bead, did you do the oyster thing?
Just curious. I always like to hear about the culinary adventures of others…
I am currently sitting at work, wondering if my coworkers and I were being exceptionally catty when we were discussing the girl that my boss is currently interviewing for a contract position - “Would you show that much leg at an interview?” - “Maybe, but at least I’d wear nylons… and real shoes, not sandals! Jeez!”
This is in a workplace where most people wear jeans or shorts… but still, it’s an interview.
No, I didn’t get a chance…and now I’m probably not going to, seeing as it’s kinda difficult to go out with some other guy when I now have an official boyfriend.
:::shudders:::
Yeah, this is definitely weird. But hey, I never said my personal life made sense.