OPEN BAR: 50 Shades of Chronic Liver Disease

[The Good Reverend Roger]

And how do we describe Tucson?

Easy.  Rip off Fastball lyrics.     Hey, they have the right idea.

[LMNO]

AHEM. Wrote a song about it.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You could move to Tucson, then you'd have time!  It's always summer you'll never get cold you'll never get hungry you'll never get old and grey we'll see your shadow wandering off somewhere you'll never make it home but you really won't care you wanted the lost highway you'll happier there than you are today.

No thank you, sir... that's ok.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I wish I could send my children to the store to buy me a bottle of wine.

I want wine.

Buuuut I don't really want to go to the store.

#firstworldproblems

[Suu]

I wish I could send my children to the store to buy me a bottle of wine.

I want wine.

Buuuut I don't really want to go to the store.

#firstworldproblems

We need liquor stores that deliver like they used to. And drugstores.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

AHEM. Wrote a song about it.

Yep.  Between you, Fastball, and Tom Waits, we have the legal district covered.

Now you need to do South Filth for me.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You could move to Tucson, then you'd have time!  It's always summer you'll never get cold you'll never get hungry you'll never get old and grey we'll see your shadow wandering off somewhere you'll never make it home but you really won't care you wanted the lost highway you'll happier there than you are today.

No thank you, sir... that's ok.

I was just going through some shit I wrote here, and I tripped across the "What Kind of World Do You Want?" thing.

And I asked myself, "what kind of world DO I want?"  And I said to myself, "That's EASY.  I want a world with Nigel and ECH fighting 30 foot poisonous lizards with razor sharp fucking halberds (ECH and Nigel, not the lizards) on Drachmann Street (outside of the damn Meetrack) with Stella and CPD and Squiddy singing backup while beating the mortal shit out of random passers-by and everyone SHUTS UP and I have a harpoon.  One of the cheating ones that fucking explode on impact.  Hot diggity.

Simple, really.  But I am a simple man.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You could move to Tucson, then you'd have time!  It's always summer you'll never get cold you'll never get hungry you'll never get old and grey we'll see your shadow wandering off somewhere you'll never make it home but you really won't care you wanted the lost highway you'll happier there than you are today.

No thank you, sir... that's ok.

I was just going through some shit I wrote here, and I tripped across the "What Kind of World Do You Want?" thing.

And I asked myself, "what kind of world DO I want?"  And I said to myself, "That's EASY.  I want a world with Nigel and ECH fighting 30 foot poisonous lizards with razor sharp fucking halberds (ECH and Nigel, not the lizards) on Drachmann Street (outside of the damn Meetrack) with Stella and CPD and Squiddy singing backup while beating the mortal shit out of random passers-by and everyone SHUTS UP and I have a harpoon.  One of the cheating ones that fucking explode on impact.  Hot diggity.

Simple, really.  But I am a simple man.

That sounds completely reasonable.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I wish I could send my children to the store to buy me a bottle of wine.

I want wine.

Buuuut I don't really want to go to the store.

#firstworldproblems

We need liquor stores that deliver like they used to. And drugstores.

Truuuue story.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You could move to Tucson, then you'd have time!  It's always summer you'll never get cold you'll never get hungry you'll never get old and grey we'll see your shadow wandering off somewhere you'll never make it home but you really won't care you wanted the lost highway you'll happier there than you are today.

No thank you, sir... that's ok.

I was just going through some shit I wrote here, and I tripped across the "What Kind of World Do You Want?" thing.

And I asked myself, "what kind of world DO I want?"  And I said to myself, "That's EASY.  I want a world with Nigel and ECH fighting 30 foot poisonous lizards with razor sharp fucking halberds (ECH and Nigel, not the lizards) on Drachmann Street (outside of the damn Meetrack) with Stella and CPD and Squiddy singing backup while beating the mortal shit out of random passers-by and everyone SHUTS UP and I have a harpoon.  One of the cheating ones that fucking explode on impact.  Hot diggity.

Simple, really.  But I am a simple man.

That sounds completely reasonable.

Part of my brain is old and vile, and the other part got stuck at age 5 or some shit. 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

It's  like that: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s9MszVE7aR4

And that's the way it is:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aowSGxim_O8

[Luna]

You could move to Tucson, then you'd have time!  It's always summer you'll never get cold you'll never get hungry you'll never get old and grey we'll see your shadow wandering off somewhere you'll never make it home but you really won't care you wanted the lost highway you'll happier there than you are today.

No thank you, sir... that's ok.

I was just going through some shit I wrote here, and I tripped across the "What Kind of World Do You Want?" thing.

And I asked myself, "what kind of world DO I want?"  And I said to myself, "That's EASY.  I want a world with Nigel and ECH fighting 30 foot poisonous lizards with razor sharp fucking halberds (ECH and Nigel, not the lizards) on Drachmann Street (outside of the damn Meetrack) with Stella and CPD and Squiddy singing backup while beating the mortal shit out of random passers-by and everyone SHUTS UP and I have a harpoon.  One of the cheating ones that fucking explode on impact.  Hot diggity.

Simple, really.  But I am a simple man.

Well, shit.  Richter, we got time for a little redesign?

[Sita]

So after I get my Mech. Engineering degree I will apply to the University of Houston for a Biological Engineering Degree mainly to focus on Genetic Engineering. So I'll be a techie, and a actual scientist!

If a machine breaks down. STAND BACK LET ME SCIENCE THIS BITCH!

Also had a fun time at the H.I.M concert last night. I saw 4 ex girlfriends of mine there. Good times indeed.

*ahem*

ENGINEERS ARE NOT FOR TOUCHING SHIT.  MAINTENANCE TECHNICIANS ARE FOR THAT.  KEEP YOUR GRUBBY PAWS OFF OF EQUIPMENT, KEEP ALL FINGERS.

And this is why halfway through my engineering course in high school I realized it wasn't for me. I'm a hands on kinda girl, love tinkering and fixing stuff.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Holy shit, I just found out that the cell bio class I need is 7 credits, with recitation three times a week.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

My schedule for Spring is so dumb, and it just got dumber because I decided I want Mondays to suck less, plus I REALLY want my old chem lab partner back. So,

Mondays: Downtown 9 am, NE 11 am, NE 6 pm.
Tuesdays: Downtown 9 am, downtown noon, NE 6pm.
Wednesdays: Downtown 9 am, NE 11 am, NE 6 pm.
Thursdays: oh thank fuck, I have Thursdays off.
Fridays: Downtown 9 am, NE 10 am (note that this is actually impossible).

There is a good chance that I will take my MWF am class pass/fail, because the only way to get to NE by 10 is to leave halfway through the Friday lecture.