Aaaaaand I just failed at the Jumpstarter race. But then again, that happens every freaking year.
--Weasel, "At least it transformed and stayed on the table..."
Showing posts with label "Well duh". Show all posts
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Eleven
You're already tired of seeing me type here, I know. You'll live--you've no choice. Nyah.
So Wingnut--I mean Weasel--no, I meant Wingnut, I hate Weasel, Wingnut at least sounds like something with which a Cybertronian would get tagged, and if I can't use her real Autobot alias, I'm gonna use something that doesn't sound overly generic and wasn't a target in one of Weird Al's songs--and I are celebrating our eleventh anniversary today. Yeah, eleven, not first. We were finally married back in September of last year, true. I don't give a lot of weight to that date, in all honesty. Somewhat asininely, I put only a silver trophy on the day we first met at BotCon '99. Gold star goes to the day she replied to my initial e-mail to her--and I still can't say exactly why I inquired as to the status of her ActionMaster Bumblebee, aside from perhaps general wonkiness. Nope, the unobtanium quantum singularity goes to the day I flew in a southeasterly direction and met her just off the disembarcation gangway. Thus began our life together.
Yeah, I said 'thus'. Weld it shut.
I'll be taking her to what has apparently become her favorite restaurant tonight, where she'll doubtlessly snarf a trio of enchiladas that have been drowned in molé (ugh, that stuff is a travesty, really--capsaicin burn and pepper high or GTFO). She might actually partake of a frozen margarita of her own rather than guzzle half o' mine. Hopefully Ensign Lightweight there won't fall asleep from such a pithy amount of José freakin' Cuervo before I hand her a REDACTED BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS WHILE I'M AT WORK WINGNUT HA HA, which upon seeing she'll likely break out into tears. Or a ridiculous grin. Or song--y'know, I'm never quite sure with her.
Which is all part of the fun for eleven years.
Happy Anniversary, Bunny Convoy.
+++PRIME OUT+++
So Wingnut--I mean Weasel--no, I meant Wingnut, I hate Weasel, Wingnut at least sounds like something with which a Cybertronian would get tagged, and if I can't use her real Autobot alias, I'm gonna use something that doesn't sound overly generic and wasn't a target in one of Weird Al's songs--and I are celebrating our eleventh anniversary today. Yeah, eleven, not first. We were finally married back in September of last year, true. I don't give a lot of weight to that date, in all honesty. Somewhat asininely, I put only a silver trophy on the day we first met at BotCon '99. Gold star goes to the day she replied to my initial e-mail to her--and I still can't say exactly why I inquired as to the status of her ActionMaster Bumblebee, aside from perhaps general wonkiness. Nope, the unobtanium quantum singularity goes to the day I flew in a southeasterly direction and met her just off the disembarcation gangway. Thus began our life together.
Yeah, I said 'thus'. Weld it shut.
I'll be taking her to what has apparently become her favorite restaurant tonight, where she'll doubtlessly snarf a trio of enchiladas that have been drowned in molé (ugh, that stuff is a travesty, really--capsaicin burn and pepper high or GTFO). She might actually partake of a frozen margarita of her own rather than guzzle half o' mine. Hopefully Ensign Lightweight there won't fall asleep from such a pithy amount of José freakin' Cuervo before I hand her a REDACTED BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS WHILE I'M AT WORK WINGNUT HA HA, which upon seeing she'll likely break out into tears. Or a ridiculous grin. Or song--y'know, I'm never quite sure with her.
Which is all part of the fun for eleven years.
Happy Anniversary, Bunny Convoy.
+++PRIME OUT+++
Saturday, November 10, 2007
And In Other News, Ice is Cold...
Must've been a slow news day.
Researchers who looked at the bestselling songs in several genres from 2005 found that 37 percent of top country songs featured references to drugs or alcohol, compared to just 14 percent of rock songs.
"It's not like country music is as wholesome as mom and apple pie," said Ralph DiClemente, a professor of public health at Emory University who's familiar with the study findings.
I guess they never heard that little joke: What do you get when you play a country music record backwards?
Answer: You get your wife back, you get your job back, you get your truck back and you stop drankin'!
Coming up, other studies will show that liquid water is still wet, the sky is still blue during daylight hours and if you eat a big meal, you will have to take a massive shit several hours later. More as this develops.
--Weasel, "Seriously, it took 'em this long to figure this shit out. Unbelievable."
Researchers who looked at the bestselling songs in several genres from 2005 found that 37 percent of top country songs featured references to drugs or alcohol, compared to just 14 percent of rock songs.
"It's not like country music is as wholesome as mom and apple pie," said Ralph DiClemente, a professor of public health at Emory University who's familiar with the study findings.
I guess they never heard that little joke: What do you get when you play a country music record backwards?
Answer: You get your wife back, you get your job back, you get your truck back and you stop drankin'!
Coming up, other studies will show that liquid water is still wet, the sky is still blue during daylight hours and if you eat a big meal, you will have to take a massive shit several hours later. More as this develops.
--Weasel, "Seriously, it took 'em this long to figure this shit out. Unbelievable."
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