July 22nd, 2004
|04:31 pm - Well, that's frighteningly funny. . .|
So, today I've seen a bard who apparently doesn't get sentence structure and failed to make herself clear. I've also seen a pair of Laurel and Hardy look-alikes. I noticed that the phrase "I support a woman's right to choose" doesn't appear to actually say anything, and yet I agree with it. I've failed to see a single Operative from Operation Save America, despite their "amazing and impressive presence" in Columbus. I wrote a few Representatives. I jaked a newspaper columnist in Kansas. I saw a hedgehog stuck in a Whiskas can (don't ask). I read up on a new biological facility on West Campus that I'm going to try to score a tour in.
A kid on a bike slammed into me today. Another one slammed into him. This is nothing new. It has happened before.
I was remembering one night when I had a bit too much to drink, but I wasn't drunk. Let me tell you, though, after I made my argument, I realised I'd either had too much tequila, or perhaps not quite enough. Either way, I was in no fit state to argue.
There are 11 empty coke cans in my office, each one with the tab pulled off. Speaking of, I have something to send to Raven's Cry Grove, ADF, when I think about it and I'm near a post office.
I was logged out of IM most of the day because I had a lot of work to finish. By the end of the day, I realized that I was too lazy to log back in, despite being nearly finished with everything. Not that this stopped people from trying to IM me, I later discovered.
I won a pound of Twizzlers today. Lucky me.
My laptop is now capable of playing sounds. This is a new thing, and a good thing. Now if only the screen worked better.
From friends' entries today, it appears that I am making the rounds at the Democratic convention.
I met three women who had lost a fourth. #4 was "somewhere on campus." I, apparently, would know exactly where she was. They were upset when I mentioned that it was a rather large campus, what with being three square miles or so just on main/near-west campus. I won't be getting any phone numbers from them.
I found a new definition of "Druid". Allow me to regale you:
Druids, n. Priests and ministers of an ancient Celtic religion which did not disdain to employ the humble allurement of human sacrifice. Very little is now known about the Druids and their faith. Pliny says their religion, originating in Britain, spread eastward as far as Persia. Caesar says those who desired to study its mysteries went to Britain. Caesar himself went to Britain, but does not appear to have obtained any high preferment in the Druidical Church, although his talent for human sacrifice was considerable.I had a long conversation with Esus last night that you'll get to see later, once I get around to posting it. It's vastly different than my conversations with Eris.
Druids performed their religious rites in groves, and knew nothing of church mortgages and the season-ticket system of pew rents. They were, in short, heathens and--as they were once complacently catalogued by a distinguished prelate of the Church of England--Dissenters.
But now it's time to go home and see Tina. I love going home when I know she'll be there. . .
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?", -JB
I jaked a newspaper columnist in Kansas.
jaked? qu'est-ce que ça veut dire?
I saw a hedgehog stuck in a Whiskas can (don't ask).
too late. i'm asking. (would you expect me to do otherwise?)
, v. "to jake
" Basically, to send weird shit to people who deserve to have weird shit sent to them. Occasionally, parties occur in which many people are jaked. The postal service is the general (unwitting) courier that we use. I have jaked many people, including the president of the United States (two of them, actually), several other "bigwigs" in Federal and State govemerment, and countless newspaper columnists for basically being idiots and jerks and failing to see that what they were doing was entirely too aneristic.
I'm sure tosk
can add a bit to the description. He may have jaked more people than I have.i'm asking.
No, better not. It was funny only in all the wrong ways. . .
Yeah, I've done that, too. There was a Catholic Priest in Dayton in the 1980s who made a name for himself by refusing to give communion to openly gay men. In one newspaper editorial he justified his position, and ended it asking "Why do I get the feeling that we're experiencing Sodom and Gomorrah?"
I sent him an anonymous note in the mail that read:
"Q: Why do I get the feeling that we're experiencing Sodom and Gomorrah?
A: Because you're an ignorant old bastard. Now shut the fuck up!"
Boy that felt good, lemme tell ya.
I've failed to see a single Operative from Operation Save America, despite their "amazing and impressive presence" in Columbus.
Well apparently a bunch of them parked around Parsons and Oak today so that they could walk off somewhere nearby to protest something-or-other. Several of the nosey bitches left their purses on the seats of their vehicles in plain sight. Guess what they came back to when they were finished making nuisances of themselves? Stupid, stupid, stupid. May the city devour them.
Several of the nosey bitches left their purses on the seats of their vehicles in plain sight.
i assume nosy bitches=OSA people?
this, my friends, is what is known as Karma (or carma, if you prefer).
They were OSA people indeed. And since they were delayed in leaving the area while filling out the police reports for multiple broken car windows and stolen purses, IDs, etc, they decided to picket the gay bar and the gay-owned restaurant at Parsons and Oak. Talk about not "getting it." Given how unhappy they are in this life, one hopes that they are quickly shuffled on to the next one where they can have the opportunity to have a more fulfilling existence ... as, say, amoebic dysentery (or would that be too close to what they already are?).
Hehe. I'm imagining all the things you could do with identity theft. . .
Shopping spree at hornygaymen.com anybody? Or maybe large donations to the Kerry campaign? I wonder which they think would be worse?
What may I ask is "Operation Save America" & what, pray tell, are they saving America from? I'm guessing that they're not along the same lines as Axis of Eve (http://axisofeve.org/
|Date:||July 23rd, 2004 04:19 am (UTC)|| |
They're saving good and true americans from the scourge of religious diversity, sexual choice, and not having the goveronment poking its nose into your business. Thank god (just the one, though) for them.
They are also opposed to premarital sex and anyhting sexual on tv or the radio.
I told my friend Max that if he went there and could pick up a chick i'd get him a trophy.
You know what, I was thinking I should go try to pick up a chic. I'm always shocked at the number of hot chics who work in these kinds of organizations, and consider it a waste of hot bodies.
Unfortunately, they happen to be in town when I'm tied to a bedridden girlfriend, so I probably won't get the chance. But one never knows. . .