The Random Crap Thread 2: It Hits the Fan.
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I bitched the other day about soldering irons being included in more upscale computer tool kits...
Well now I get to fix my car's key fobs using one of those useless tools.
I hope nobody at the office minds.
Well now I get to fix my car's key fobs using one of those useless tools.
I hope nobody at the office minds.
Forgot to put my watch on this morning. I feel... naked...
My watch broke months ago, and I can't afford a new one... I feel really nekkid.
Same here, I just feel incomplete without my watch on. I even have tan lines where I wear my watch.
Seen 'm twice, different shows. If you can, go see them in a tent or specifically-built arena/hall. Their shows really do suffer in already-present venues (theaters etc).
Man do I feel relieved, there was like 10 beers missing from one of the coolers yesterday and it turned out my dad took them and forget to mention it. Was afraid it was teenagers, and I do NOT want to be that guy who locks up his beer case like a weirdo OR bring them inside cos my house has less room than a tea party ran by a rabbit and a hat maker.
Don't worry, Yoshi. You're a weirdo for entirely different, non alcohol-imprisoning reasons.
I'll keep that in mind if I ever get the chance to see a performance. Which shows?
Wow...I really said I didn't want to be a weirdo didn't I? Dear Satan whats wrong with me? Or right with-WHO AM I?!
But I never want him to change.
http://nickpiers.wordpress.com/2013/07/25/music-not-really-my-thing/
New blog post where I discuss how music is generally just not my thing.
New blog post where I discuss how music is generally just not my thing.
I can relate. I'all recognize famous songs if someone plays it but I can't listen to something and be like "oh yeah this is that one band but before the drummer died back in 92" like some people. There's an alternative rock station here that at this point is almost an oldie station because half of this stuff was just big in the 90s. Anyway, turns out like half of those songs that I grew up listening to but never really knowing what the title or artist were is just Nirvana.
Kinda blew my mind.
I'm rambling.
Kinda blew my mind.
I'm rambling.
This reminds me of a time when my friend started locking up his pop because his brothers would go into his room and steal it. He bought a big lockbox and kept it in his bedroom walk-in closet. He also kept both keys for this lockbox on the same keychain (hint: don't.).
I was over at his house, and I decided I wanted some pop, so he tossed me his keys and I went to the lockbox, and I got pop for me and few other friends who'd requested some as well. I also took both keys off the chain, pocketing one and slipping one to a third friend. I threw back the keychain, which was so laden with other keys that LockFriend didn't check (plus I have a such an honest face!) and pocketed them. Also I think he was distracted trying to crush a fourth friend at Smash Bros (foolish, really: Friend 4 is undefeatable). So myself and Partner-in-Crime flee the house that evening with both keys.
The next day, we create a ransom note, cut from magazine and newspaper, complete with photos of both keys being held hostage by my Collector's Edition statue of a Big Daddy from BioShock. Within one week our friend had to deliver $100 000 000 in Monopoly money or dire consequences would be faced. Frustrated, but unbending, we were informed that he does not 'negotiate with terrorists'. We filed one of the keys in half, tucked it in some tissue with red food dye (for effect) and mailed him the 'severed' key. There was still one key left, but the ransom had gone up: the hundred million and a video of him reciting the Better Nate than Lever joke.
It all came to a head when he delivered a USB key which allegedly had the video on it. He promised us the money was coming. The USB key, when placed into a computer, autoran a program which activated a password-locked screensaver every half second.
Clever bastard.
It was my partner who was the victim of this act of vengeance. I of course destroyed the other key, and our insolent friend ended up destroying his own lockbox to get at...
Two cans of coke.
Anyway, if you lock your beer up, split up the keys, is the point I'm trying to make here.
As long as I get a rank with a neat title. Maybe some business cards, or an insignia I can put on a wax seal. I'm a good #2.[DOUBLEPOST=1374773821][/DOUBLEPOST]Also, I think... possibly not on this forum, but back on HalfPixel, I made a thread when I pulled that elaborate scheme, complete with pics of the ransom notes and hostage-taking statue, and the severed key. I may still have those photos.... Hm.
Alegria in a tent, Corteo in a theatre. Kooza is nearby this summer, but not really close, so...Haven't decided yet.
It's definitely worth it to try it at least once in real life, it's quite different from TV. Also, don't buy the cheapest seats if you go see one in a tent - you can end up right behind a support pillar and miss half the show.
I'll keep that in mind if any of their shows come around my area.
In particular, I'd love to go to Vegas sometime and see one of their shows there. I'd be most intrigued by KA, The Beatles LOVE or Michael Jackson ONE.
I just found out that a place called the Scumm Bar actually exists! The problem: Its in Argentina...and from what I can tell has nothing to do with the restaurant from the Monkey Island games. CURSE YOU COINCIDENTALLY NAMED BAR IN ARGENTINA!
Sounds like it is time for a road trip.
Yeah, it's the Loading Bar in Australia that is video game-themed and has video game-themed drinks. Fun fact: one of the owners is Yahtzee of "Zero Punctuation" fame.
Jesse Eisenberg always looks like he just heard someone say his name but he's not sure if they're calling him or just talking about him so he's trying to inconspicuously find the source and understand the context.
I realise how weirdly specific this seems. I blame the coffee.
I realise how weirdly specific this seems. I blame the coffee.
Cajungal
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I get it.
I keep having these very realistic dreams, and only realising several hours into my day that they did not actually happen.
For instance, last night I was somehow convinced I had gone to get my friend's birthday gift engraved, so it would be ready for her tomorrow, but I just found it, still in the bag, not engraved.
And a few nights ago, I was sure I had finished reading the book I'm in the midst of, and even written a lengthy reflection on it. But no, here sits The Sorrows of Young Werther, and I am still on page 61.
Very strange. It's not even like, cool stuff I thought was real, like, I don't know, fighting crime and gaining superpowers, or being abducted by aliens and serving as the ambassador for the human race. It's just... reading, and shopping basically.
Ha. Oh dear.
For instance, last night I was somehow convinced I had gone to get my friend's birthday gift engraved, so it would be ready for her tomorrow, but I just found it, still in the bag, not engraved.
And a few nights ago, I was sure I had finished reading the book I'm in the midst of, and even written a lengthy reflection on it. But no, here sits The Sorrows of Young Werther, and I am still on page 61.
Very strange. It's not even like, cool stuff I thought was real, like, I don't know, fighting crime and gaining superpowers, or being abducted by aliens and serving as the ambassador for the human race. It's just... reading, and shopping basically.
Ha. Oh dear.
I literally have dreams where I'm sleeping.
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Oh well. I feel like you can't really go wrong in the random thread.