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Went to an event with a couple friends--"Drunken Spelling Bee." Was from 8-10 at one of the more... unusual... bars in the area (they have amateur wrestling nights, old school video game events, etc). It was advertised as, "Willing audience members and local spelling know-it-alls get drunk, flirt, and flaunt while they slur their way through progressively more difficult words to win drink tickets and prizes!" The last time I went to something like this, it was downright insane (see post from July of last year. The aforementioned event involved the Shins, cheerleaders, floggings, and Iron Chef). I thought this was going to be some sort of equally ridiculous event.
Turns out, it was merely a spelling bee for [dorky] adults.
Woo.
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Feb. 9th, 2007 @ 07:38 pm
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"It was a day, like any other day, in that Linus got up, faced the sunrise, used his inhaler, applied that special cream between his toes, wrote a quick note and put it in a bottle, and wished he'd been stranded on the island with something other than 40 cases each of inhalers, decorative bottles, and special toe cream."
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About an hour ago, I went to a dive-bar down the street to get a late night snack (Bimbo's Bitchin' Burrito Kitchen) and I was chatting up a girl sitting two bar stools over. Then she decided to start on the conversation of "signs" which pretty much went like this:
Her: "What's your sign?"
Me: "Leo."
Her: "Damn, I'm incompatible with Leo."
Me: "Um... I'm sorry I guess?"
Her: "Well, if you have any hot friends who are Capricorn, Virgo, Cancer, or Pisces, hook me up."
Me: "Damn, can't help you. I only associate with people far less attractive than me."
Awkward silence follows. At this point, I have no idea if she's upset about my sign, or if she realized I just accidentally insulted her to her face.
Conclusion I: When someone is asking you stupid questions, give them the burden of Awkward Silence. Do not respond to their stupid statements, because you will most assuredly sound stupid trying to respond. Stay quiet, and let them feel the wrath of Awkward Silence.
Conclusion II: I am an idiot. |
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Last night, we had a New Years Version II party. We danced to the Tunak Tun song. Does that mean I'm back in college?
Jan. 7th, 2007 @ 02:28 pm
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I will be back in the Florida from the 12th to the 15th of this month. I expect mayhem. Bring me mayhem!
Nov. 2nd, 2006 @ 09:44 pm
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I made a request of Camilo. A foolish, foolish mistake on my part. I've now been trapped in a viral pyramid scheme! A scheme which will result in me creating many shoddy drawings!
And so, the rules: the first 10 people to comment get a sketch, as specific or vague as you want the subject to be. Will probably be done via the Wacom, since doodling at work is considered a no-no. (Yes, Foosball is perfectly acceptable at work and doodling is not, but I don't make the rules.) But here's the catch: If you make a request you're expected to make this same offer on your own Livejournal. And so, the pyramid scheme continues...
Request List:
1.) Camilo: A duck of doom (dare I say, a doom duck?) that may or may not be beating up lesbians (for justice!).
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Side note: Life is currently easy-peasy. At work, we're two weeks from shipping, so that means I mostly sit around counting ceiling tiles and playing foosball. I also bowl every night, because the Garage has $5 bowling (cheap and ironic sports are hard to resist). Also, I believe that today marks the one year anniversary since I've been punched in the face by a lesbian. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm treating it as a victory.
Oct. 19th, 2006 @ 12:15 am
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It's Thursday, which means it's bug night, which means I'm stuck at work till midnight.
So...uh...hi.
I think I shall tell you vaguely about Atlanta.
Atlanta was so bad it was good, or so good it was bad, or perhaps it was just ok. (It's hard to figure out when you're at a nerd convention have the time and drunk the other half [ok, maybe it was like 80/20, but still].) The people, though, were awesome. This trip has confirmed my theory that a direct flight is always a good flight. Perhaps I will take one to DC or NY in the near future.
Hrm. The entire weekend evolved into a series of inside jokes, so retelling everything is pretty useless. Although stringing together said jokes would sound ridiculously dirty. For instance, three of them: (1) She's in there alone with the $8 tiki man (2) Let's add to my eulogy, "Sexy, sexy, sexy" (3) "That's what the sauce is for." Maybe I'll post all of them sometime this weekend.
Beyond that, my hair was slightly purple. But not anymore! Now it is very purple, because my hair bleached in the Seattle sun (yes we have a sun. it is very tiny). I have been shamed all day by my coworkers.
Sep. 7th, 2006 @ 10:28 pm
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I have recently (five minutes ago, at two am on a Sunday night, fighting a bout of insomnia) discovered that a former editor of Carpe Noctem (Dana Vachon, class of 2002), whom I both admire and despise (long story), is coming out with a novel (this is another set of unnecessary parentheses). Will be released in 2007. He got a tad over half a million dollars as an advance.
I've never admired or despised someone this much at the same time for a single event. I'm not sure if I want to become his archnemesis or ask him for a signed copy. Can an archnemesis ask for a signed copy? It...it confuses me.
Aug. 28th, 2006 @ 02:10 am
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