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[Sep. 21st, 2006|10:33 am] |
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wretch – noun 1. a deplorably unfortunate or unhappy person.
2. a person of despicable or base character.
I am bemused to have been labelled such by virtue of my income level.
Haha...not just unfortunate, but deplorably unfortunate!! |
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| Okay, but...that's the last straw... |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|02:48 pm] |
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| | this is a FUCK! | ] |
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| | Perfect Crime, Guns n' Roses | ] |
HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, of course:
How insulted would you be by a .388% raise? Things to keep in mind are:
a) you make crap already, this is a control and a given
b) you are ridiculously important to the organization for which you work and your productivity exceeds that of the 3+ people previously in your area for years and years put together
c) your boss quite clearly implied 1/10/06, during the absolute busiest time of year when said productivity was staying ahead of aforementioned multiple persons' productivity of years past, that a raise was being discussed to reward and recognize (gasp!) your hard work
d) the institution by which you are employed has alotted (budgeted) a standard 4% ('cost-of-living', riiight...) raise for all employees, to be adjusted by individual departments at their discretion.
e) oh yeah, you work for the government - shut up and be fucking mediocre like everyone expects and like you're obviously being paid to be
I think you'd probably just set the building on fire. |
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| Victory. Is. Mine. |
[Mar. 7th, 2005|11:20 am] |
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Who's going to Las Vegas, you ask???
I'M GOIN' TO FREAKIN' VEGAS, BABY!!!!
HOO-ah!!!! |
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| Cha-ching! |
[Feb. 18th, 2005|09:05 am] |
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| | Joy, can't you read?! | ] |
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| | The merry stuffing of acceptance packets. Joy. | ] |
Heh...I have now 'won stuff on the radio' twice in my life. Last time, I wasn't able to claim and use the movie tickets due to some complication relating to not having a car and high school and whatever.
This time I'm totally freakin' seeing Christopher Titus's stand-up show in Atlanta!!!!!!!
Ahem. This is too cool for school. I took an extra quick shower this morning when I heard they were going to have him on the air in 5 minutes (as I was about to hop in)...this is actually pretty noteworthy because this is a small Athens (and beyond) station with some very talented, funny personalities, most notably Kris Harris.
Kris had a great interview/BS session with Titus and even got to indulge in some fun drag racing camaraderie, both of them being short track enthusiasts. It was a good time and a good reason to delay putting on clothes! |
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| Tournament pic |
[Feb. 8th, 2005|04:18 pm] |
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| | Cake; Opera Singer | ] |
Feel free to check out a terrible picture of my badass team of poolplayers. We were one of 3 Athens teams that showed 65 Atlanta teams what's up by all getting to the round of 16. We were the last to survive and were one game away from the championship match (and $800-1600 instead of $400) when we were put out and took 3rd place.
Click on 3rd Place 8 Ball: 8 IN THE SIDE POCKET
This was taken at the end of a long day/night/weekend...
Top row, from left: Rick Thompson, Mike Leggett, Robin Crenshaw
Middle:Sean Weeks, Mark Van Leeuwen, Evan Lilly-Team Captain(aka ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bizarroludwig)
Front: Keith Thompson |
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| A picture for you |
[Apr. 20th, 2004|10:23 am] |
Just because.
West Virginia kin. Yard up towards the road. I was somehow just not surprised.
:) |
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| Turn, damn you! |
[Jan. 23rd, 2004|10:54 am] |
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| | ass-kicking | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the merry sounds of me kicking that woman's ass in my head | ] |
I was driving to work this morning when I encountered the worst thing you can encounter on the way to work: A JACKASS!
These are the people who have the right of way to turn left onto a freeway entrance, because you're rolling up to a yield sign praying that they'll hurry up and go...and then they decide...to...creep...through...the...light...because...you might decide to stand on the gas and ruin their shit like they deserve!
But of course you never do! What's wrong with you? |
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[Jan. 23rd, 2004|09:28 am] |
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| |  thirsty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the tip-tapping of keyboard keys from all sides...well 3... | ] |
visgoth
taken aback...not one of those terms you apply to yourself very often (at least I don't, anyway)
I imagine and sincerely hope that this is a temporary state of affairs.
Heh. Once again, it hath been a minute since my last appearance. I'm proud to be a 'low-maintenance lj friend'...I'm always here, though, commenting or just reading. |
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| You're an Asshole! |
[Dec. 18th, 2003|10:35 am] |
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| | Quietly LMAO | ] |
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| | 'Dooobey-doobey doo...' and Budweiser Frog bits in my head | ] |
Okay, so I first read this online quite awhile back, but it has since been shared with me by my brother, and we both still get a good laugh whenever we appropriately make the phone gesture (hand to ear) and say "You're an Asshole!" and I've pretty much decided that this is the funniest thing that I've ever come across online, I wanted to read it again, and I wanted to share it, just in case you missed it:
( Read more... ) |
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| Heh (at least 5th time I've used "heh" in a subject...) |
[Dec. 9th, 2003|04:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  geeky | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Toadies; Possum Kingdom | ] |
I was just noticing the drop-down box that remembers subject lines...I quite possibly have every one I've ever used (since this PC came under my oversight, anyway...).
I love having absolutely no idea what the context was for some of these, others I just like the sound of out of context:
<---- has bad sense of humor?
...yeeeahh... (a la "Office Space")
< chomp >
2 pence, 4 pence, 6 pence, a peso... (a la "Zorro, the Gay Blade")
after implants
And wouldn't it be a kick in the rubber parts... (a la "Torch Song Trilogy")
Call me Captain Ludwig!
Curse you!
Ever watch Talk Radio? (I meant News Radio, not the movie...heh...)
Frighteningly similar...'cept you're gay...heh...
in-between-booby traps?
Left Behind 3: The Soich For More Money (nod to Mel Brooks)
mmm...yeeeah... (there it is again...)
Moose problems...
Mutant?
Nah, spot the ring, dude...
No comment, but: (heh)
previous comment deleted for stupidity in word choice
retracting "no comment" (ha! I knew it!)
very possibly a sissy shock...
I would love to be able to copy and paste the whole list (it's long), because there are just so many hilarious duplicates and derivitaves of basic stuff I say all the time...I have successfully amused myself... |
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[Dec. 9th, 2003|01:40 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
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| | Bono; Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah | ] |
I'm amused, now and then, by the words of a 'friend', that are offered in iambic pent.
For some reason today, I join'd the fray, and began to partake in this bent.
Though I'm no level_head in these waters I tread, I'm willing to say I'm not bad.
This homage is to he and condensed it will be; a vict'ry last night was not had.
On the table we faced the team that was first place, when we bested them Championship match.
But last night was to be mostly ignominy, a single win out of five did we catch.
For my part, I was beat, cleanly knocked off my feet, by a wizened old guy who's no showoff.
Only two weeks remain, and fourth place seems ordained; the wild card our sole hope for the playoffs. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2003|02:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | dubious | ] |
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| | Duran Duran; Too Much Information | ] |
Okay, so I wasn't there. In fact, I've never been faced with a crazy guy with a sword , and the theoretical duty of subduing and/or detaining such a person.
But fourteen shots? AND wounding your partner twice (well, potentially killing once and wounding once, rather; yes, that's much better)?
Heh, and the mayor...yeah, well, I guess he couldn't just come out and say, "hey, watch your asses, 'cause even if war's not happening here, one of our guys just might pop a cap in yo ass while he's shooting at his partner." I guess that's the un-spun version. |
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[Dec. 4th, 2003|04:05 pm] |
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| | incredulous | ] |
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| | The Cardigans; Paralyzed | ] |
Where is the global outrage?
The United States begins to publicly consider taking actions continually threatened unanimously by the entire U.N. Security Council for years (actions in answer to both proven and perceived threat) and months of premature protest and rabid punditry ensue.
China's Communist government threatens promises war if Taiwan seeks independence, using outlandish language unrivaled by any nation (the United States included) short of North Korea and no one but U.S. politicians (those warmongers!) are to be heard in opposition.
Please tell me there's some opposition with which I am not familiar. |
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| Don't point that thing at me! |
[Dec. 4th, 2003|03:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | off-put | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Garbage; Temptation Waits | ] |
I'm having trouble finding information...how embarassing...
And I just might be scarred from all the lovely pics of male underwear models (or should I say OXEN) I've been subjected to in my as-yet fruitless endeavor (well, not the fruit I'm looking for, anyway...).
I don't know why I never considered the glamorous and obviously lucrative career of men's crotch photographer...where did mom go wrong? |
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| ¡Hola! |
[Dec. 2nd, 2003|04:06 pm] |
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| | busy | ] |
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| | Ozzy Osbourne; I Don't Wanna Change The World | ] |
¿'Cómo has hecho', tú dices?
Bien. ¿Y tú?
Escucho a mi disco compacto nuevo (¡nueva a mí!)...tomó muchos años sustituirlo después que se robó...pero es bien.
Heh. Me gusta hablar español...¡por eso es mi especialidad!
I wonder what a translator makes of that...hmmm, pretty close...
You don't think I just now decided to look up Spanish characters, do you? 'Cause you're way off, buddy...way off... |
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[Nov. 21st, 2003|01:29 pm] |
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| | productive | ] |
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| | AC/DC: Hell's Bells (live) | ] |
In a world where quotes by such victims of Cranial Rectumitis* as Michael Dukakis and Jermaine Jackson are considered newsworthy, it's like a breath of fresh air to see:
Python Swallows Bangladeshi Woman
Poor python. Just tryin' to get his grub on.
*Cranial Rectumitis = Head Stuck up the Ass |
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| Oooooh! |
[Sep. 26th, 2003|10:16 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
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| | Cypress Hill; Locotes | ] |
I knew this site was bookmarked for a reason...
“The Poles are pretty clearly the historical aggressors in the Middle Europe,” asserted Prell, a 29-year-old protestor from Fresno who last year capped a remarkable 10 year undergraduate run by collecting a B.A. in some social science he can’t remember. “For the 58 days that I have been closely following this crisis, the Poles have been in the position of occupying force.”
Polish efforts to win support in the EU Security Council for a resolution condemning the understandable German actions in stemming from legitimate root causes were stymied by a coalition led by France. “I don’t know,” said the French representative. “Collaborating with Germans just feels right.”
“If the Germans hate them, that’s always been good enough for us,” concurred a third-world dictator’s coat holder via satellite telephone. “The Poles are oppressing the people on occupied territory.”
“We’re not getting involved,” said Sweden’s ambassador in Warsaw, “except maybe to selectively posture about human rights or to profitably keep the Germans awash in iron ore.”
On the news program “Vannity & Doans,” a high-school dropout Hollywood actress demanded, “Poland must withdraw from the illegally conquered lands, abandon its imperialist policies, and respect the legitimate territorial aspirations of the peaceful German people. That is the only way to guarantee peace.”
Tee-hee.
“German aspirations in the region are realistic,” added Johan Turleywiliger, a legal scholar with no relevant background whatsoever but who likes appearing on TV. “Because, I mean, the USSR was the creator and guarantor of the disputed Oder-Niesse frontier, and where are they now?”
Turleywiliger’s remarks caused a kerfuffle in Moscow. Fumed a spokesman for President Vladimir Putin: “Who do these people think we are, the U.S.?”
Okay, so I included most of the derned thing. Bugger off. |
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| Old Boomstick |
[Sep. 19th, 2003|10:58 am] |
My grandfather's Browning is from before 1939...I'm gonna call their historian to find out any specifics they may have for it...
I'm going to go be tested, now. Me esperan buena suerte. Gracias. |
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| To knock or not to knock. |
[Sep. 17th, 2003|08:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Garbage; Drive You Home | ] |
So, everyone's favorite Ludwig spent the night on the couch last night, constantly flinging Phil from atop his sleeping carcass. Why, you ask, was Ludwig in The Doghouse?
I was locked out of my bedroom. I went out to study for a Spanish test, after vacuuming and flea-spraying (AGAIN), 'till midnight. Her hood was hot, she'd been home less than an hour...I feed the cat, perform ablutions, and the door is locked. She has intruder paranoias and apparently having the chintzy door knob lock engaged helps her feel secure, so I lock it when I come in last and vice versa. Oops.
Also, when I study late, I'm often the last one to bed. When the SO is awakened by my arrival in the night, she is not a happy camper (never mind my James Bond ninja-style antics I employ in an attempt to avert this catastrophe). So, pound on the door to wake her (which I figure should do wonders with the intruder paranoia) or sleep on the couch.
Now, my question to you is this: being that the door-locking was ostensibly an accident (it was; i.e. if we'd had some sort of argument and I had reason to think the door had been locked out of spite, I'd damn sure have pounded), would you have considerately bunked with the cat (who is kept out of the bedroom, thanks to his tendency to walk on heads) or indignantly awakened the SO? |
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