Are few.
Alas, but I, to the Dentist, went, and a Canal of Root, got.
Sucks. The good news is that it didn't hurt. The bad news is I need another one. Next time, a metal rod inside the $#@! root they will put.
See what I'm doing there? Puting the verb after the subjects? That's just a small example of how I can be an ass. (It's not Yoda-speak.)
On to more interesting topics.
Movies? Ok. I'm gonna go watch one, and try to forget the horror that lays ahead, waiting, like a horror that lays await for you, up ahead, waiting, like, well, something horrible.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
I shot the Sheriff, but I didn't shoot no Red Baron
I was flying my trusty Sopwith Camel across the English channel, as I am wont to do from time to time, in this jaded, post 1914 world, when I got bounced by a red Fokker triplane. I executed a quick Immelman Maneuver, but when I looked back, he was still on my tail.
Firery tracers flicked past the cloth covered wings of my trusty biplane, like so many angry lightning bugs from hell. I shoved the stick in the opposite direction, and mowed through a sea gull. This provided a brief smoke screen to hide my next manuever, which caused the guy wires in my wings to creak, the wood groaned under the stress. These sounds were loud over the roar of my engine. They had to be, if any part of the rigging failed, I could die, or pay hefty repair costs to that jerk repair guy back at the aerodrome.
I clamped the cigar in my teeth, and held on as I dove upside down yet again. The wind rushed past, the engine screaming, and the scent of oil strong. I must be leaking somewhere again.
The red Fokker was on my tail, still I could not shake him! I had lost so much altitude that salty brine was spraying off the whitecaps from the sea below onto my oily googles. I anxiously smeared my flying glove across the lenses, but that made it worse. The world was now streaky, blurry, and whirling around me, out of control. I was losing it, I couldn't dive any lower. I can't shake him! I can't shake him!
My engine sputtered, greasy feathers flew out. Stupid gull really mucked up the works. Repairs are really gonna add up when I get back! I took a quick glance behind me, and he was gone.
Damn you, Red Baron! Damn you and your delicious pizza!
Firery tracers flicked past the cloth covered wings of my trusty biplane, like so many angry lightning bugs from hell. I shoved the stick in the opposite direction, and mowed through a sea gull. This provided a brief smoke screen to hide my next manuever, which caused the guy wires in my wings to creak, the wood groaned under the stress. These sounds were loud over the roar of my engine. They had to be, if any part of the rigging failed, I could die, or pay hefty repair costs to that jerk repair guy back at the aerodrome.
I clamped the cigar in my teeth, and held on as I dove upside down yet again. The wind rushed past, the engine screaming, and the scent of oil strong. I must be leaking somewhere again.
The red Fokker was on my tail, still I could not shake him! I had lost so much altitude that salty brine was spraying off the whitecaps from the sea below onto my oily googles. I anxiously smeared my flying glove across the lenses, but that made it worse. The world was now streaky, blurry, and whirling around me, out of control. I was losing it, I couldn't dive any lower. I can't shake him! I can't shake him!
My engine sputtered, greasy feathers flew out. Stupid gull really mucked up the works. Repairs are really gonna add up when I get back! I took a quick glance behind me, and he was gone.
Damn you, Red Baron! Damn you and your delicious pizza!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Spamalicious, dude.
I'm breaking with tradition here and posting once again on this, my much ignored blog.
(computer games don't play themselves)
Today's topic is my spam from the last post.
This guy left a comment saying that my blog was inquisitive. That makes sense, IF YOU THINK MY BLOG ASKED SOME SERIOUS QUESTIONS. I'm yelling for emphasis, because that indicates that my blog is now hungry. Don't actually buy stocks based on that guy's "advice" or his "friends". While park rangers are known for their acute instincts and bear rangling abilities, they aren't respected on Wall Street, unless there is a bear market. HA!
On the bright side, Juicy Fruiter updates a bit more frequently, so maybe you can all become fans of his, and send him money market advice. Have fun reading his stories about being a park ranger! Try to refrain from making fruit related gay jokes!
I think that this bonehead may be the same guy, since his comment is nearly identical, sans the park ranger schpiel. He's big on nanotechnology, but boring as hell.
"I read over your blog, and i found it inquisitive," he says. Liar. I guess there is a big advertising firm that just hands out a handy list of comments to their rats so they can attract people to their fake blogs to read crappy advertisements, and they just pulled whatever the biggest word was they knew out of their asses and pasted it into the blank.
"Get any Desired College Degree, In less then 2 weeks.
Call this number now 24 hours a day 7 days a week (413) 208-3069
Get these Degrees NOW!!!
"BA", "BSc", "MA", "MSc", "MBA", "PHD",
Get everything within 2 weeks.
100% verifiable, this is a real deal
Act now you owe it to your future.
(413) 208-3069 call now 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."
Go on, do it. You know you want to. Get a college degree in less than two weeks! Whee! Wait, how much drinking can I expect to get done in that amount of time? I can't finish a whole bag of College Herbs in two weeks! I needed to get four years of hard drugs and wild parties before I got a serious job trolling the internet pretending to be a park ranger that likes stupid blogs and "knows a guy that knows a guy that recommends nanotechnology stocks."
This was all in fun, if any of those jerks are really people that really did think my blog was "inquisitive" or possibly "alluring" or maybe even "solipistic", or if they were hacked and setup by "the man" then I apologize, please send more spam, so I can make fun you, you jerks.
(computer games don't play themselves)
Today's topic is my spam from the last post.
This guy left a comment saying that my blog was inquisitive. That makes sense, IF YOU THINK MY BLOG ASKED SOME SERIOUS QUESTIONS. I'm yelling for emphasis, because that indicates that my blog is now hungry. Don't actually buy stocks based on that guy's "advice" or his "friends". While park rangers are known for their acute instincts and bear rangling abilities, they aren't respected on Wall Street, unless there is a bear market. HA!
On the bright side, Juicy Fruiter updates a bit more frequently, so maybe you can all become fans of his, and send him money market advice. Have fun reading his stories about being a park ranger! Try to refrain from making fruit related gay jokes!
I think that this bonehead may be the same guy, since his comment is nearly identical, sans the park ranger schpiel. He's big on nanotechnology, but boring as hell.
"I read over your blog, and i found it inquisitive," he says. Liar. I guess there is a big advertising firm that just hands out a handy list of comments to their rats so they can attract people to their fake blogs to read crappy advertisements, and they just pulled whatever the biggest word was they knew out of their asses and pasted it into the blank.
"Get any Desired College Degree, In less then 2 weeks.
Call this number now 24 hours a day 7 days a week (413) 208-3069
Get these Degrees NOW!!!
"BA", "BSc", "MA", "MSc", "MBA", "PHD",
Get everything within 2 weeks.
100% verifiable, this is a real deal
Act now you owe it to your future.
(413) 208-3069 call now 24 hours a day, 7 days a week."
Go on, do it. You know you want to. Get a college degree in less than two weeks! Whee! Wait, how much drinking can I expect to get done in that amount of time? I can't finish a whole bag of College Herbs in two weeks! I needed to get four years of hard drugs and wild parties before I got a serious job trolling the internet pretending to be a park ranger that likes stupid blogs and "knows a guy that knows a guy that recommends nanotechnology stocks."
This was all in fun, if any of those jerks are really people that really did think my blog was "inquisitive" or possibly "alluring" or maybe even "solipistic", or if they were hacked and setup by "the man" then I apologize, please send more spam, so I can make fun you, you jerks.
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