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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: My Girl Friday
« on: July 21, 2014, 11:13:16 pm »

"Yeah, you son of a bitch, but I am from BALTIMORE and I can BARELY SPEAK ENGLISH", he said as he swung from way down South, striking the janitor in the crotch with all of his strength.  There was a muffled "awwwww DAMN" from the other occupants of the room, which Jaxx ignored. 

I swear, the fact that all my favorite parts involve somebody getting nailed in the junk (and not in a FUN way) doesn't mean I hate men...

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Spent yesterday starting to haul shit out of my apartment and into a storage unit.  LunaBF and Richter are officially awesome, and the spawn of LunaBF managed (with some difficulty) to avoid being locked into said storage unit and left to rot.  (I STILL say that if we'd just tied one into each futon mattress, it would have muffled the noise for long enough.)

I hurt, today.  Getting out of bed was an adventure.

Getting old is NOT for sissies.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: My Girl Friday
« on: July 18, 2014, 09:27:46 pm »
"Friday, we have TALKED about gratuitous killing, have we not?"

"No, boss, YOU talked about it.  I just sat there and thought about unicorns and puppies.   You took that for assent."

 :)  I love her.

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I'll be in Austin until Tuesday. 

Everyone be cool.


The napalm is under the sink.
 

Because I got to it first.   :fap:

ALL I CAN FIND IS SCRATCH PROOF SPONGES.

WHYYYYY?

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Aneristic Illusions / Re: OK, honest HobbyLobby question
« on: July 11, 2014, 03:39:39 pm »
I should do some research before making sleep-deprived posts.

It's a fairly substantial penalty, as well.  Something like $2000 anually times the number of employees minus 30, and grows each year.

http://kff.org/infographic/employer-responsibility-under-the-affordable-care-act/

Hobby Lobby has about 21000 employees, -30 x2000 = $41,940,000 a year.

Never mind.

Substantial, yes...  However, I will point out that medical coverage that meets the regulations likely costs more than $2000/year per employee. That's what, less than forty bucks a week a head?  Yeah... considerably less than the cost of actually covering their employees.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: My Girl Friday
« on: July 08, 2014, 03:48:36 pm »
Still gonna have a rationalist ending.

Anyone figure out exactly what's going on, yet?

Maybe.  But probably not.

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He musta run outta Indiana.

Impossible.  Indiana is nothing but endless cornfields, broken up with the occasional soybean patch for "variety."  And one big, honking racetrack in the middle to keep the rednecks from slaughtering each other.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Stalking Nigel
« on: July 06, 2014, 05:31:28 pm »


More later.

 :lol: :lol: :lol:

Oh, and apparently I have four new messages since changing my profile to say I'm not available. :?

"She's in a relationship now?  Oh yeah.  I love when they play hard to get."

  That seems to be the typical reaction. That, and getting hit on by married men.  :horrormirth:

You're taken.  He's taken.  You have something in common!

How funny you would say that! The message I got today:



Wow.  :lulz:

Yeah, you would think I was exaggerating, but nope.  :lol:

I swear I was at least half kidding...

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Stalking Nigel
« on: July 06, 2014, 01:35:39 am »


More later.

 :lol: :lol: :lol:

Oh, and apparently I have four new messages since changing my profile to say I'm not available. :?

"She's in a relationship now?  Oh yeah.  I love when they play hard to get."

  That seems to be the typical reaction. That, and getting hit on by married men.  :horrormirth:

You're taken.  He's taken.  You have something in common!

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He's also just the worst lecturer ever. Ever. His soothing monotone is almost impossible to listen to, and his quizzes are TERRIBLE.

Ugh. I had a statistics class, once.  The professor literally stood in the exact same spot for the entire two hour class, droned on in a monotone, and I think the only time his expression actually changed was when a student was snoring so loud that the professor couldn't be heard over it.

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:lulz:


What I don't get about the crying part of breaking up is why it requires so much energy. The amount of force my body puts into squeezing out tears and snot is just incredible. Especially the straining part of the process, where your face gets all wrenched up and you make the quiet "eeeeee" noise. Face, neck, torso: What are you guys even straining against? I mean, if I'm using that many muscles at once, at least I could be evacuating my bowels or coughing up a nice blob of phlegm—you know, something useful. I don't get it....

We are fighting ourselves and restraining our grief. For 'lo, it is unseemly and means you have a tiny dick in contemporary society. Or 20th century society, whichever. Also, all that fluid flying from our faces makes it hard to breathe, which we need to do regardless.

I am still waiting for the water works to start on my end. Mostly I'm just fucking exhausted. Like the day after a really long vacation involving lots of sun, shitty booze, and many time-zone changes.

Takes time, sometimes.  Other times, it comes right out of fucking nowhere and kicks you square in the 'nads.

You've had time to get used to the idea...  Sounds like you made the decision that it had to be done awhile back, so the sudden shock part of it isn't so bad, maybe.  The "ohthankgodthatsdonewith" bit isn't so bad, really.

Could be worse, I went through a Taylor Swift phase when the shit hit the fan with my douchebag.

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I know where she is.  Inge has embraced Wicca.  Or Wicca.com, to be more precise.

NIGHT COMPLETE.   :lulz:

I suppose sending them a nice fruit basket is out of the question...

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Haboob.

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

It's a massive wall of sand and wind. Lawrence of Arabia caliber shit.

That was up North, and it's not quite accurate.  A haboob is when the wind blows directly DOWN, throwing a gigantic pile of the planet and a whole bunch of Coyote shit about a mile straight up.  Then it, you know, comes down.

And when it runs into a rainstorm, as often happens, you get a mud storm.  Driving through them is fun; it's like trying to drive while a hundred people throw Taco Bell refried beans on your windshield every 3 seconds or so.

Down here, we just had sideways rain, and 310 lightning strikes in an hour.  Not quite a record.

I can't imagine why more people don't move there just for the atmospheric theatrics. I am glad you are safe and didn't get hit by lightening. Unless you wanted to, then I'm sorry you didn't.

I can't imagine why, when thinking about pounds of sanded coyote shit flinging itself at my windshield, my first thought was NOT "oh, I gotta go THERE."

The best part is that a haboob is not an instantaneous event.  It's more like someone aimed a sandblaster into a sandbox.  It lasts however long it lasts.

I think I was in one, once. Around 1994. It sucked, because we couldn't DRIVE.

Sure you can.  Only lesser wimps need to SEE to DRIVE.

In other news, I spent all day in the hospital with my father, who woke up this morning and then forgot how to read, write, speak, or see anything to his right.  By the time I got to his house, he had speech back, and didn't want to go to the hospital because he felt fine.

I pointed out that the part of him making the decision was the part that was in question, so he went.

By the time they'd CT'd him and were getting him ready for the MRI, he had regained all of his faculties, including his judgement (and was glad my mother and I made him go in). 

The good news is, this wasn't a stroke, it was something called a "TIA" which is sort of like a warning shot.  He'll be in the hospital at least one more day. 

Bullet dodged.

Yikes!  Glad to hear it wasn't as bad as it could have been, and glad you and your mom talked him into going in.  That's scary shit.

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You've not really lived until you've had death threats from the local rotary club.

5 Stars, I've only just caught on to the eminent domain stuff and that's stunningly fucked up. Makes the compulsory purchase regs here look fair.

I used to live in New London, CT.  Every word of that is true. 

Hey, Roger?  Did you know that, after that shit went straight to the Supreme Court, nine years later, they STILL haven't done shit with the property Pfizer took?

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2014/03/20/seized-property-sits-vacant-nine-years-after-landmark-eminent-domain-case/

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Haboob.

 :lulz: :lulz: :lulz:

It's a massive wall of sand and wind. Lawrence of Arabia caliber shit.

That was up North, and it's not quite accurate.  A haboob is when the wind blows directly DOWN, throwing a gigantic pile of the planet and a whole bunch of Coyote shit about a mile straight up.  Then it, you know, comes down.

And when it runs into a rainstorm, as often happens, you get a mud storm.  Driving through them is fun; it's like trying to drive while a hundred people throw Taco Bell refried beans on your windshield every 3 seconds or so.

Down here, we just had sideways rain, and 310 lightning strikes in an hour.  Not quite a record.

I can't imagine why more people don't move there just for the atmospheric theatrics. I am glad you are safe and didn't get hit by lightening. Unless you wanted to, then I'm sorry you didn't.

I can't imagine why, when thinking about pounds of sanded coyote shit flinging itself at my windshield, my first thought was NOT "oh, I gotta go THERE."

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