I may want that sexy ass new G5, but realistically my desk is falling apart and the home comes before the geek sometimes. And so we have bought matching desks.
I got this spam today and it made me laugh so much I had to share.
Traditionally, Sadie Hawkins is an occasion when women take the initiative in inviting the men of their choice to a date. Yes, it’s a little out-dated, but how many people know the whole story?
These are mostly true stories. I tried writing them on my palm (using Azure instead of Kablog), only I think I took too long to write it. Next time, I’ll try copy and paste.
Did you know that traffic lights were used before the advent of the motorcar? In 1868, a lantern with red and green signals was used in London intersections to control the flow of horse buggies and pedestrians. But the first automatic electric light? Cleveland, baby, Cleveland.
This is a true story, and it’s as close to personal as I get with online people. Hell, real people get similar tales. I just don’t like telling the world my Life’s Traumatic Stories the moment I meet them. I’m funny that way. The story is that a cat was born, lived 15 years, and died. And I miss him. If you’re squeamish, you may not want to read this, since I’m going to tell it like it is.
Nice going, Sosa! Just when baseball’s on an upswing, and the Cubs are going to face the Yankees in the biggest game for Wrigley since around 1903, you pull this shit. Oh bravo. Oh and eventually I’ll post the whole saga of the old cat who lived at grandma’s, but in short, he had to be put to sleep.
A poem written on the fridge by me. No clues.
Actually, this has nothing to do with the book or the field Mrs. Ipstenu and I passed on our way to Cleveland. My retarded cat is dying and I don’t have spell check. I wrote the excerpt while on kablog, which is nice but has a limited interface…. Three lines isn’t enough. More poisted now.
So now that I’ve admitted to being a net criminal, you may wonder why I rant about true crime and net crime? Well it’s the difference between stealing a candy bar and stealing all the money from 7-11. It’s like the white lie of ‘honey, that dress doesn’t make you look fat’ versus the perjury of ‘No, I didn’t kill him.’ Plus? This one costs me money!