Emotional zombie

Wow. I just got my first ever Nigerian
spam via the LJ Inbox system.

This post is for those three
special heathens with whom
I often dine. The sort of dis-
gusting perverts who do things
like put a slice of Brie on a
Cheeto and call it delicious,
all the while grinning their
neon muck grins at me and
licking their powdered lips.

Just because your culinary
cavortings are now in a bizarre
and brilliant web comic, don't
feel vindicated. This disgusting
food -- which bears a striking
similarity to the grubs I used
to find while splitting fire-
wood -- is still one of the
vilest creations misbegotten
in this world since Man invented
mustard.

Beeritas

One batch consists of the following:

1 can of frozen limeade concentrate
1 bottle of Corona Light
2 empty limeade cans full of Sprite
1 empty limeade can of tequila. (You can use 1.5 or 2 cans of tequila to increase potency.)

Vanilla Ice - Havin A Roni - YTnonvid

This is about the worst song on Vanilla
Ice's debut album.

I think I got the CD by looting some BMG
or Columbia House package from the dead
mail pile back in the mid-90s. jellydonut
and I put it on the stereo and laughed at
it non-stop on repeat for about ten minutes.

Then I think I snapped the CD and threw
it in the trash.

Amazon.com is the Sears, Roebuck & Co.
of the 21st Century. Except you can't
hang the webpages in the outhouse.


The crater Victoria on Mars, as seen by the Mars Orbiter - this just became my desktop background


TIME poll results: Jon Stewart is USAia's most trusted newscaster


Gun found on obese inmate after 5 searches - in Houston, TX!


Ukrainian sand artist proves that reality TV's got talent - with YouTube vid


Redheads feel more pain

The wind blew so hard today that some areas
around where I live lost electrical power.
As far as I was concerned, though, it was
just a beautiful, windy day, and I enjoyed
it by opening the doors and windows.

This natural catastrophe was as nothing to
the hail storm that recently hit everywhere
around my neighbourhood, punching holes
through windows, gutters, chicken coops, and
windshields, as well as denting cars all
around town. Some of the hailstones were
as large as baseballs. Again, I merely en-
joyed the day with open doors and windows.


The CopStop ice cream at Amy's Ice Cream is
coffee ice cream & real chunks of doughnut.
It's delcious. I also think the coffee fla-
vour is authentic, based on what my urine
smelled like later.

The alcoholic Grasshopper ice cream is also
extremely delicious, and so alcoholy that
the ice cream is extremely soft.


The Pita Pit also finally has two delicious
locations now established in Austin, one
downtown, and one near campus.


This is the only thing that stands between us
and alien invasion. And I missed its passover
tonight, darnit! :-/





TimeWarner to implement tiered bandwidth usage in the rest of Texas soon - monitoring to start in April


Texas Board of Education had their vote, and I'm unclear what the result was - But the zealot isn't happy, so I guess that's a good thing. More explanation on arstechnica here.


West Virginia (and other States) considering drug testing for people recieving unemployment or food benefits


Paper dinosaurs are dying - "The outlook is so grim that the American Society of Newspaper Editors, a membership organization for daily newspaper editors, canceled its annual convention in April after deciding that "the challenges editors face at their newspapers demand their full attention.""


The United States has no real disposal plan for its nuclear waste

Wow, just woke from a crazy dream

Some sort of entity had crawled in bed with me,
strong and supple, and shaped like a very tall
and muscular woman. It pressed against me, our
arms around and all over each other, and it kissed
me. Violent, almost painful waves of weakness
surged through me immediately. I opened my
eyes, and saw this shadowy, writhing figure,
shot with red flickerings. I couldn't breathe,
and could hardly move, but I forced my numb hands
under its chin and shoved upward. The suction
broke, and its mouth left mine, trailing a stream
of rushing, bluish-white energy between us as it
snarled. I *still* couldn't breathe, and was
trying to wake from the dream, but knew that I'd
have to get the thing off me before I could wake.
I managed to get my palms into the hollows where
its eyes should be, and pushed backward, and the
stream of energy broke, and the thing made this
rushing scream, and I woke, and finally took a
big breath, my throat still tight and my heart
pounding.


Much more exciting than the dream I had the
other day, wherein I was in an outdoor lit-
erature class reading some epic Victorian
poem, complete with woodcuts. The teacher
was explaining about the Ogre named Push
Button Shove, who had tried to kill the main
character of the poem, and was not to be
confused with the character of the Assassin,
who came later in the tale.

La Planète des singes is *here*

(thanks jblaque)

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