Well; you could marry a gamer; lots of peeps do...
Do you mean one of you may or may not have doubts? Very curious statement....
So I may or may not be getting married within two months. Which is an annoyance because I'm kinda the one who has to plan it.
Well, and you can call him on this since he's on the boards somewhere, every time I ask him for his opinion on what exactly to plan and/or how to plan something he calls the wedding off. And then within a week asks me what the plans are and when the wedding is. Two night ago makes four times the wedding has been called off and after yesterday I think it's back on again. So I'm really not sure.
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Well, and you can call him on this since he's on the boards somewhere, every time I ask him for his opinion on what exactly to plan and/or how to plan something he calls the wedding off. And then within a week asks me what the plans are and when the wedding is. Two night ago makes four times the wedding has been called off and after yesterday I think it's back on again. So I'm really not sure.Do you mean one of you may or may not have doubts? Very curious statement....
So I may or may not be getting married within two months. Which is an annoyance because I'm kinda the one who has to plan it.
That sounds like a bad romantic comedy.
Approximately fifteen minutes ago, my mother asked possibly the dumbest question I've ever heard:
"Who invented corn on the cob?"
I need to go lie down.
Wow. That was a dumb question.
Anyway, to answer her question, the residents of Mexico/Central America developed corn as we know it gradually over centuries from a native grass that produced a cob the size of your thumb, with just as much edible material that was so different from modern corn that they weren't sure if it was actually what they developed corn from.
I doubt that's what she meant, though.
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Approximately fifteen minutes ago, my mother asked possibly the dumbest question I've ever heard:
"Who invented corn on the cob?"
I need to go lie down.
Wow. That was a dumb question.
Anyway, to answer her question, the residents of Mexico/Central America developed corn as we know it gradually over centuries from a native grass that produced a cob the size of your thumb, with just as much edible material that was so different from modern corn that they weren't sure if it was actually what they developed corn from.
I doubt that's what she meant, though.
My answer:
"Thomas Edison did. Now eat your damn food."
Here’s how my paranoid mind works:
Cuba smashed by hurricanes (hurrah-can, if you happen to be British), politely declines US aid. Russia offers to aid Cuba, Cuba politely accepts. US craps brick, demands all aid route through Florida first.
Russia flips bird to US following Georgia incident, delivers aid anyhow. In light of recent Poland missile agreement, Russia brings happy-fun-time rockets with aid. US blockades Russian fleet, looks like giant douchebags for denying aid to hurricane victims. Cuban missile crisis part 2 ensues, Bush declares state of national emergency, rescinds 2008 election.
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Here’s how my paranoid mind works:
Cuba smashed by hurricanes (hurrah-can, if you happen to be British), politely declines US aid. Russia offers to aid Cuba, Cuba politely accepts. US craps brick, demands all aid route through Florida first.
Russia flips bird to US following Georgia incident, delivers aid anyhow. In light of recent Poland missile agreement, Russia brings happy-fun-time rockets with aid. US blockades Russian fleet, looks like giant douchebags for denying aid to hurricane victims. Cuban missile crisis part 2 ensues, Bush declares state of national emergency, rescinds 2008 election.
Bad in reality, but good for a D20 Modern campaign.
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Vasiliy Alexius' DeviantArt journal:
I return from my Siberian vacation with a tale of the apocalypse...
The explosion of the North Korean surface to air nuclear missile has turned Siberian cities into wrecked, scorched ruins.
Radioactive rain is falling, but it won't be able to put out the fires that have long ago devoured this hotel.
A group of survivors, gather at the last patch of land.
They don't know it yet, but they're already infected.
Soon they will turn into rat people.
The government officials were able to escape into the hellish depths of subsystems and basements, where they now reside in an underground city, never witnessing sunlight.
The fires must be kept burning to keep the evil spirits at bay
If I say this only once in my internet career: OMFG.
Wow. You'd think that people would make sure they actually could sing the National Anthem before they tried singing it.
Spending an extra couple of hours at work tracking down an error when trying to use a new programming language, only to found out that the error is you. D'oh!
I'm going home now. >.>
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There's a face in my breadroll.
I bit into it, and there it was. Looks kind of like a friendly ogre (no, not that one).
I wish I had a camera, but I don't, and it's a tasty breadroll, so I'm just going to finish eating it. Sorry ogre.
SAVE IT! You can sell it to a cult of ogre-worshipers on E-bay for millions of dollars!
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Woo! Just found this freestyle by MC Frontalot on YouTube! Contains original freestyle and pieces of "Mountain Kind" and "It is Pitch Dark."
Great s!&+!
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I don't know how to multitask?
I don't know how to multitask?
What do you think I've been doing all day today?
You know what I do every day? I follow your vaunted multitaskers around and fix all their messes because they don't know how to pay attention to detail, or complete a task.
Which is what I'm doing in lieu of lunch, and all I get is I don't know how to multitask. Well, the stupid b$+$$&#@ you want me to take care of can wait while I fix this mess that I'm fixing instead of going to lunch. It's not easy; I don't have a magic wand. I have to fix something; when you have to fix something it's not a good f@$!ing idea to be multitasking?!!!! Additionally, if whoever f!#*ed this up was paying attention, I wouldn't be fixing it right now, I'd be eating my lunch.
Multitask my ass.
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Proof that Looks Can be Deceiving:
Kevin Grevioux played the character Raze in Underworld. Now, I'll admit, when I saw that movie, and his character, I thought Mr. Grevioux was a typical small-time actor and movie-muscle, chosen simply because they needed someone for the role who looked like he could break a 4x4 in half just by tapping it with his pinky.
Boy was I wrong. I just read his IMDB entry. It turns out that Mr. Grevioux has a degree in Microbiology, and was working towards a Masters in Genetic Engineering before getting the acting bug. He later met Len Wiseman and formed a partnership - to which he contributed the idea that eventually became Underworld! Holy Crap!
Apparently, he is also a huge fan of Marvel Comics, and is currently involved creatively with New Warriors. He is also set to reprise his role of Raze in a new Underworld movie.
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Only in Washington, DC, will any of the following happen:
- A group of Japanese tourists asked me to take their picture in front of the "American Capitol Hill Building," then proceeded to point to the Smithsonian Museum of Art. "Well, it's got a dome and everything, but the Capitol is thataway."
- I went into a convenience store, and met an Indian man with a very pronounced accent. No big surprise ther. His name was Karl Schmidt. Wha?
Finally, while sketching some bones in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, I was accosted by a group of emo kids, who, I f$!+ing SWEAR spoke in text-slang. This is a rough transcription.
Me - *sketch*
Emo #1 - "ZOMG!!!1! BLACK FLAG T-SHIRT! LUV!!1"
Me - "Ehnh?"
Emo #1 - "AWESOMES! I LOVE BLACK FLAG!!!1"
Me - "Cool. Why are you wearing an AFI t-shirt. You into film reviews."
At this point, I could see where this was going, so I tried to play the intellectual route. To no f+!!ing avail.
Emo #2 - "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LIKE, UH, MOVIES?"
Me - "Never mind."
Emo #3, just arriving - "ZOMG!!!1! BLACK FLAG T-SHIRT! LUV!!1"
Me - "Do you even know any of their good stuff?"
Emo #1 - "TV PARTY!!!1!"
Emo #3 - "RISE ABOVE!!!ONE!!"
Emo #2 - "UH, UM, ... LIAR!!!"
Me - "That's by the Rollins Band, man."
Emo #2 - "REALLY?!?"
Me - "Yeah."
Emo kids - *totally bum out and leave*
Me - *WIN*
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Only on the New Jersey Turnpike will you see the following:
On my way down to Baltimore, I passed a bet-up, mud-splattered Subaru Outback, which was being driven by what appeared to be Rasputin, or possibly Charlie Manson. The driver's eyes were popping out of his head, barely visible between his wild hair and even wilder beard. The back of the car was plastered with a bizarre assortment of bumper stickers, including stickers from THREE of the presidential candidates in the past election.
The car's interior was crammed with junk; cardboard boxes filled with clothes, at least two television sets, McDonald's bags, packages of ramen, and most prevalently, musical instruments. I counted a French horn, a guitar, two violins, a trombone, and a clarinet, all in battered cases plastered with even more stickers (the clarinet was the only loose instrument).
Stranger still was the fact that strapped to the roof with duct tape and bungee cords was a FULLY STRUNG CELLO, sans case, the wind making the stings vibrate eerily.
The dude was driving like a bat out of hell, and passed me quickly, but the sheer oddity of the image burned itself into my mind. Who is this guy, and why did he need to get out of New Jersey so badly? Wait, never mind, he doesn't need a reason. Still...
and why did he need to get out of New Jersey so badly? Wait, never mind, he doesn't need a reason. Still...
Having been to New Jersey...ayep.
Only on the New Jersey Turnpike will you see the following:
On my way down to Baltimore, I passed a bet-up, mud-splattered Subaru Outback, which was being driven by what appeared to be Rasputin, or possibly Charlie Manson. The driver's eyes were popping out of his head, barely visible between his wild hair and even wilder beard. The back of the car was plastered with a bizarre assortment of bumper stickers, including stickers from THREE of the presidential candidates in the past election.
The car's interior was crammed with junk; cardboard boxes filled with clothes, at least two television sets, McDonald's bags, packages of ramen, and most prevalently, musical instruments. I counted a French horn, a guitar, two violins, a trombone, and a clarinet, all in battered cases plastered with even more stickers (the clarinet was the only loose instrument).
Stranger still was the fact that strapped to the roof with duct tape and bungee cords was a FULLY STRUNG CELLO, sans case, the wind making the stings vibrate eerily.
The dude was driving like a bat out of hell, and passed me quickly, but the sheer oddity of the image burned itself into my mind. Who is this guy, and why did he need to get out of New Jersey so badly? Wait, never mind, he doesn't need a reason. Still...
Uncle Joe has issues with....well. Wouldn't want to kill the fantasy for you.
Only on the New Jersey Turnpike will you see the following:
On my way down to Baltimore, I passed a bet-up, mud-splattered Subaru Outback, which was being driven by what appeared to be Rasputin, or possibly Charlie Manson. The driver's eyes were popping out of his head, barely visible between his wild hair and even wilder beard. The back of the car was plastered with a bizarre assortment of bumper stickers, including stickers from THREE of the presidential candidates in the past election.
The car's interior was crammed with junk; cardboard boxes filled with clothes, at least two television sets, McDonald's bags, packages of ramen, and most prevalently, musical instruments. I counted a French horn, a guitar, two violins, a trombone, and a clarinet, all in battered cases plastered with even more stickers (the clarinet was the only loose instrument).
Stranger still was the fact that strapped to the roof with duct tape and bungee cords was a FULLY STRUNG CELLO, sans case, the wind making the stings vibrate eerily.
The dude was driving like a bat out of hell, and passed me quickly, but the sheer oddity of the image burned itself into my mind. Who is this guy, and why did he need to get out of New Jersey so badly? Wait, never mind, he doesn't need a reason. Still...
Ohhh.... How could you possibly do that to a cello?
shudder...
Well, the guy did look like Rasputin.
Watch out, he's CRAZY! You never know WHAT HE'LL DO NEXT! Cello on the roof today, BODY IN THE TRUNK TOMORROW!
Maybe the body was stuffed in the cello. Or maybe the cello was stuffed with jello.
Maybe the body was stuffed in the cello. Or maybe the cello was stuffed with jello.The plot thickens.
Like good jello should. :)
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Pure distilled awesome, courtesy of Todd Lockwood.
Pure distilled "what the f$&*," courtesy of Rob Liefeld. (scroll about halfway down the page, and you'll see what I'm referring to)
MY EYES!!!!!!
Jesus fighting Zeus. How..about..that.
Jesus wouldn't fight Zeus. He'd just make some wine and they'd get drunk and Jesus would try to stop Zeus from raping some poor peasant nymph and fail but they'd have fun anyway. Then they'd play pool in some dive until the sun comes up and have to call St. Peter to give them a ride home, which Peter would not be cool with but he'd do it anyway cause that's just the kind of guy Peter is. Zeus and Jesus do not get hangovers.