August 30, 2005
Because doing a brain implant on the owners involves all kinds of tricky licensing and paperwork.
The texture and firmness of NeuticleNaturals were crafted based on the firmness of actual animal testicles.
Jobs I Do Not Want To Have™
And this keeps getting better. Business is booming
Miller says business is booming, and he’s offering Neuticle T-shirts, key chains featuring a real artificial testicle, and other promotional products.
April 30, 2003
Yep. I’m still up.
I’m eating candy, because only in that way can I get the sugar I need to keep writing my language spec. The specific candy I’m eating is a piece I got from the admissions people. We hosted two pre-frosh for a three day weekend. The admissions office sent me (not my roommates, mind you. Just me.) a Jolly Rancher sucker wtih a little note.
For providing housing to 2 people for 3 days.
I think they’re trying to tell me something.
April 29, 2003
I just found out that my Algorithms Final Paper, which I thought was due tomorrow, is in fact due on Friday.
That is two whole days worth of cool.
When I’m dancing, a lot of the time I keep count in my head. Not all dances, or all the time, but a good amount. And I know this is a bad thing to do, but sometimes I can’t help it. The real problem, though, is that, when I go to say something, sometimes I say whatever number I’m on, rather than what I meant to say. So, in advance, if I step on your feet and then apologetically say, for instance, “five,” know that I really meant to say “sorry.” Or maybe “What the hell?” Either way, “five” is what you get.
This kind of thing had never happened to me in text, though, before now. A few minutes ago I sent Kyle a message on IM to ask him a question. Actually, what I did is type a message and almost send it, then had a good laugh at myself and erased what I had written.
I was listening to a song, and instead of writing the question I actually wanted to ask, I wrote the line in the song that was playing at that point. The line was “We should be lovers” from the Elephant Love Medley off the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack.
Glad I caught that one.
What a beautiful night to write an essay. The air is crisp, my computer is humming, and the stars (both of them!) are out.
April 27, 2003
Expect sporadic and brief postings for the next week or so. After that, they should start back up again in full awesomeness and regularity. Either that, or I’ve died. Check with Vegas for odds.
April 20, 2003
You know how, when you’re singing along to some song on the radio, you sing along with the instrumental parts too? Well, today Becca and I were singing along with Sabotage in the car on the way to Sarra’s house for Easter Dinner (which was really good), and, I’m here to tell you: I can’t sing the “scratching a record” sound for shit. Not even close.
But I bet someone can.
Anyone know of an acapella group that covers songs like that?
It’d be so cool.
April 15, 2003
I have just now, at 9:30pm, changed my away message on AIM so that it no longer says that I am sleeping. Rest assured that I do not actually sleep this well.
Due to an overwhelming lack of response, Evil Blog it is.
Oh, and if you’re wondering why the link to the WHO SARS page over there, the reason is that I was testing my rather limited html skillz to see if I could get a picture and a link to coincide. And then I left it up because I’m morbid.
April 11, 2003
So, for some reason, the spell checker for Outlook identifies “weblog” as a word that it doesn’t know, but has no problem with “blog”. Just thought you’d all like to know.