Hate, contemptible hate.

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  • edited December 2010
    But that's how you become a cyborg.
  • edited December 2010
    True.

    It is what all the cool kids are doing.

    Ignore my previous comment and in fact climb trees as much as possible. They'll make you a new spine.

    Although if you get one that shoots lasers I will have to steal it. They're still being recalcitrant about attaching weapons of SCIENCE! to me.
  • edited December 2010
    So, I am wondering what I think all of us are wondering. Can you make a magnet stick to your back?
  • edited December 2010
    No idea.

    It's made of titanium though. Is that even magnetic?
  • edited December 2010
    Not really, it seems, unless it's a titanium alloy with other metals.
  • edited December 2010
    Sunday night: Power goes out, my alarm is turned off, I wake up for my 9:45am job at 1pm.

    Monday night: Heater won't work, I sit under three blankets and see my breath all night.

    Tuesday night: Can't go Christmas shopping, my truck's e-brake has frozen in the 'on' position.

    Wednesday night: Landlords never turned off water to the unoccupied apartment upstairs. Pipes burst, I have to pile everything I own into my truck and drive through a midnight snowstorm to my grandparents' an hour away. Water and ceiling tiles everywhere.

    Thursday and Friday: Have an hour commute to work each day, learn my other grandmother is in the hospital. Lock my keys in the truck, but since all my belongings were in the back my spares were right there.

    Weekend: Pretty good, visit my grandmother, she's doing okay.

    Monday: Take the day off from work so I can clean up my apartment and make things livable. Realize I forgot all my cable, internet, and power cords/boxes at home. Spend four and a half unnecessary hours on the road.
  • edited December 2010
    Shit... and I thought my day was bad.
  • edited December 2010
    If movies have taught me anything, at some point in the next few days there will be some kind of Christmas miracle and everything will be puppydogs and rainbows.

    Good luck with the current shittiness though. Hope you didn't lose anything important to water damage.
  • edited December 2010
    My main drawing/writing notebook got soaked, I haven't checked to see how bad of a shape it's in yet. Everything else is perfectly fine, though. Well, I haven't tested out my printer yet, it got soaked along with the notebook which was sitting on it for scanning purposes. But it's been wet before so I'm not worried.
  • edited December 2010
    So hot I am melting into a puddle.

    I've been here for over a decade and Christmas being in Summer is still weird and wrong.

    Actually, Summer in general is weird and wrong. Stupid Sun.
  • edited December 2010
    So wait, Purgatory is in the Southern Hemisphere? Good to know.
  • edited December 2010
    Jon, where did you live before Australia?
  • edited December 2010
    Purgatory is in Australia!?!?!
  • edited December 2010
    I told you! You just didn't believe me!
  • edited December 2010
    Mish: Chatham which is in South East England (about an hour South of London by train).
  • edited December 2010
    Sooo I had this friend who I hung out with a bunch when I was in 3rd grade and 4th grade. At the end of 4th grade she moved from Dallas to Seattle, and, to be honest, I wasn't that disappointed. Things weren't developing very well, and it was my opinion that I kind of needed a new friend anyhoo. No bad feelings, we can blame the end of the friendship on her dad forcing her family to move, everyone's happy (maybe).

    Except, it never ended there. With this glorious contraption that was becoming more and more common in households called the 'computer' along with 'the internet', we managed to keep in touch through emails and instant messages. Now, these have dwindled down over the years, and at this point we don't ever really talk to each other. Ever.

    But, one thing she HAS managed to keep up is telling me when she is visiting Dallas so we can hang out.

    Now... don't get me wrong. This girl is sweet, and she means well... but GOOD LORD! She is the most conservative, close-minded person I have ever known. I told her in high school I had had sex with my boyfriend of 3 years at the time, and she was scandalized. When I mentioned in college that I had started drinking occasionally (I always pretty up my stories to make them sound not-as-illegal for her), she freaked out so much that she told her mother who then called MY mother to let her know. Thankfully, my mother was so much more badass as a hardcore hippy in the 70s than I can ever strive to be. She handled it well; she gave an appropriate response even though she already knew I was smoking and drinking and didn't give a shit about it.

    So, my current dilemma.. she's in town tomorrow and I agreed to spend the day with her. I can't just blow her off, because I believe in social karma. It's silly, I know, but I figure... it's only one or two days out of the entire year I have to put up with it, so why not?

    However, I've been wondering the past few years whether I should purposely make it really awkward for her, just so that she can't say anything to the cops but she will lose so much respect for me that she doesn't WANT to hang out with me. I was thinking lighting up a cigarette in my car as soon as I pick her up.

    Any other ideas?
  • edited December 2010
    Get her drunk.

    Alcohol is generally the cause or solution to most problems. Sometimes both at once.
  • edited December 2010
    Make out with her.
  • edited December 2010
    Serephel wrote: »
    Make out with her.

    YES! Do this.

    Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.
  • edited December 2010
    These are terrible/awesome ideas.
  • edited December 2010
    Lace her caramel latte with acid.
  • edited December 2010
    Behemoth wrote: »
    YES! Do this.

    Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.

    THIS is why I come to the OB for advice! DO IT. Post pics.
  • edited December 2010
    Ugh. My dad went off to go ice fishing quite early this morning. On the way to the lake, his fish house/trailer had the hitch break off. The trailer slid off into the ditch into the snow. Overall damage was minimal beyond the broken hitch, so that part is kinda nice. It could have been pretty bad if it happened on a highway or something.

    Still, I got woken up by a phone call and got pressed into helping retrieve this fish house, and then to run errands to get setup to fix it tomorrow. Also I've been drafted to actually help fix it tomorrow.

    I don't even fish. I've never actually used this fish house. I have to wonder why I get roped into helping out with these things.
  • edited December 2010
    You get roped in because you're not a failure. When you're there, try to be as incompetent as possible without being overly obvious. If they find you to be more of a hassle and conclude it's faster to do things themselves than to ask you, then you may not get asked to help the next time someone breaks something.
  • edited December 2010
    No, they'll still ask you, they'll just send your for coffee or tell you told hold tools, or just make you wait around and watch anyway.
  • edited December 2010
    its 4am, it's 2011, and nobdoy is on msn. where the fuck are you guys? i want tsot confess my loves for you guys, but nobody hsis hre to hear me. why.
  • edited December 2010
    also. I may have been drinking. maybe.
  • edited January 2011
    I might've been on to talk if I knew your msn. *Scrunching my face at you.*
  • edited January 2011
    Behemoth wrote: »
    YES! Do this.

    Or, maybe tell her things aren't going s well with your boyfriend, that you don't think you like boys very much at all anymore. And that you've been thinking about her a lot.

    Why didn't this happen Lauren? :(
  • edited January 2011
    I could have sworn I had another bottle of Kahlua lying around my apartment, but I cannot find it for the life of me. Either somebody broke into my apartment, ignored my computers and other expensive items just to take a bottle of alcohol, and then snuck back out without leaving any evidence of his visit, or I am just remembering incorrectly and I already drank it.

    ...so how the fuck did he get into my apartment?