Posts Tagged ‘omg stupid!’


Oh, Orly —

October 13, 2009

You wacky, wacky gal. I’m supposed to be reading On Rhetoric right now, but thanks to your latest shenanigans (and Cronopio), I’m instead engrossed in Judge Land’s most excellent retort to your pathetic plea for attention.

Sweetie, give it up. Seriously. If you aren’t disbarred because of this latest round of misconduct, you surely will be after the next round.

No love,


ETA: It’s a pretty sad state of affairs when a judicial order is my light reading for the night. On the other hand, it’s really well written. And kind of snarky.


Frakkin’ meow

September 12, 2009

I’m writing up my pencil instructions using — yes — a pencil. And I hurt, because carpal tunnel syndrome is the worst. Anyway, two pages down and another four or five to go before I’m finished. It’s due on Wednesday, so if I do a couple of pages a day, I think I can keep my hand and wrist from freaking out too badly. I could dose myself with a dram from my whisky shelf and keep my muscles relaxed enough to write longer, but based on the half of a glass of wine I had while writing out page two, that’s probably not a good idea. Had to use the eraser a few too many times, eh?


It’s Saturday night, and the Sci Fi Channel (I refuse point blank to use that ridiculous new spelling) has a ridiculous and no doubt cheesy movie coming up at 9 p.m. It’s called Lightning Strikes, and I won’t even bother pulling it up on, because Kevin Sorbo stars, and that right there is pretty much the kiss of death in terms of a project having even a small degree of credibility.

Yeah, okay, sentient killer lightning, which is the protagonist in this masterpiece of cheese, is probably the greater sin than Kevin Sorbo, but seriously, the premise plus the actor? Equals bad and badder.


Effin’ meow…

August 12, 2009

Just paid my fall bill to the tune of $2,700 and change and am feeling fairly pauperish. For summer semester, all I have left to write for class is my blog essay, and it should be fairly easy except for the part where I have the attention span of a ferret with ADD these days and can’t seem to concentrate.

*le sigh*

In other news, I’m soon to become the owner of several tens of thousands of worthless shares because I love my sister, and this is a small thing I can do to help her. Once I get the paper, I may use it to wallpaper my room. Or I may hold on to the things to see how much worse it can all get.

In yet other news, I spent my morning dinking around with the wireless network at home because my parents’ new Dell and their old Dell suddenly decided they didn’t like the base station that’s in the office. [shakes fist, flails] Haven’t I already said I don’t do Windows? Grrr. Argh. It’s fixed now, but at the cost of a morning I will never, ever get back.

Okay, work. I have school work to do and I’m really not in the mood to have failed to start the damn thing again. Catch y’all later.


don’t wanna

July 27, 2009

See the title of this post, add a sullen tone and a sulky pout, and you pretty much have my attitude for the day, which is why I’m heading over to Wayne in a few minutes: this is the perfect time to deal with the city’s building department.


It’s also the time to get some cash to P, who managed to run afoul of the IRS and get his bank accounts frozen.


Dear Aleve:

July 22, 2009

Twenty pills vs. 80 pills is NOT “four times fewer pills.” It’s “a quarter of the number of pills.”


No love,



Burn, baby, burn.

July 14, 2009

One would think, after all this time walking the planet (metaphorically speaking), that I would have learned to stop tempting fate by leaving off the sunscreen, but no. I haven’t. And my burn is bright enough to glow in the dark.

On the other hand, we had a fun time on the river — Platte River, to be specific — so I refuse to regret the burn. Sadly, we head back south tomorrow, but there was fun had, so it wasn’t a total waste.

‘Night, all.