what's up with that?
That's right bitch, who's the only bashtard on gmail??
--THIS GUY--
If I said that on my drive home tonight I saw what appeared to be a UFO, would you think I was crazy?
I saw what was at least unidentifiable by myself. It appeared to be a plane at first glance, but had two very bright and quickly flashing tail lights. Almost to a strobe. As I'm watching this... and driving... I notice the UFO move, but move like you hear people say on TV. This thing moved WAY TOO FAST for it to be a regular plane and to a halt unlike any plane I am aware of currently. It moved to four or five different locations in the sky before I lost sight of it due to my physical location. Whatever it was... it was damn cool. The other strange twist to the story was that I was listening to 'Coast to Coast' on Mojo Radio and the topic/expert they had was for UFOs. Odd.
Was it just a plane, maybe a real UFO?
meh... who cares.
I saw what was at least unidentifiable by myself. It appeared to be a plane at first glance, but had two very bright and quickly flashing tail lights. Almost to a strobe. As I'm watching this... and driving... I notice the UFO move, but move like you hear people say on TV. This thing moved WAY TOO FAST for it to be a regular plane and to a halt unlike any plane I am aware of currently. It moved to four or five different locations in the sky before I lost sight of it due to my physical location. Whatever it was... it was damn cool. The other strange twist to the story was that I was listening to 'Coast to Coast' on Mojo Radio and the topic/expert they had was for UFOs. Odd.
Was it just a plane, maybe a real UFO?
meh... who cares.
To continue with Grimm's thought... While he was busy scoping the area for, we'll call her 'Spider Lady', I had noticed a few roads being blocked off along Yonge St. by road workers with the SLOW / STOP signs. Also there was a car equipped for filming while driving. Wondering what was going on I decide to ask one of the workers.
...and it goes like this...
Me:
Worker:
Me:
Worker:
(pause for confusion)
Me:
Worker:
Me:
Worker:
Me:
Worker:
Me:
Grimm notices how pissed the road worker is by this point and asks what went on. I go through the details and fun was had by all.... well except maybe that road worker. What a douchebag.
...and it goes like this...
Me:
What are they filming?
Worker:
That car (pointing towards Yonge)
Me:
But what are they filming?
Worker:
A Toyota
(pause for confusion)
Me:
You're being a tad too literal. What are they filming?
Worker:
A Toyota commercial
Me:
Ahhh.. you should have said it was a commercial
Worker:
(Getting very angry now) I said it was a commercial.
Me:
At what point did you say it was a commercial? I don't recall.
Worker:
(About to blow a gasket) The first time you asked me.
Me:
Well I don't think you did but whatever, thanks.
Grimm notices how pissed the road worker is by this point and asks what went on. I go through the details and fun was had by all.... well except maybe that road worker. What a douchebag.
Going to the bathroom... eating a bowl of Raisin Bran
oh my god... we might have a place
mood: meh
music playing: Insane Clown Posse - Is that You (with Kid Rock)
Queens Quay W.
2 bedroom, around 1000 sq feet
Rent: $1250
what's up with that?
2 bedroom, around 1000 sq feet
Rent: $1250
what's up with that?
...with California emissions
mood: Accomplished
music playing: Insane Clown Posse - Is that You (with Kid Rock)
If Mycophile kicks the doors on this one, I'm gonna have to kill him :)
Bob Barker was kind to me. Actually I'm getting ahead of myself. Rod Roddy calls "Our next contestant... JClo". I'm willing to allow the pronunciation mistake on my name.
Who am I to get bitchy, it is The Price is Right after all.
Anyhoo...
So after some clever banter with Bob (that's right, first name basis) the item came out for us to bet on. I had already decided that if I get selected to go up and bid, I was gonna bid "ONE DOLLAR" on everything that came up. The strategy failed a few times when those douchebags tried to bet "TWO DOLLARS". Eventually I was able to bid my "ONE DOLLAR" without anyone being a jackass.... and wouldn't you know??? I WON!!!
So I get my ass on stage, wave at my friends in the crowd, then have more clever banter with Bob. Finally Bob segues into "how about this...". Then Rod Roddy shouts again, "A NEW CAR". I say to myself, "my fucking god, I can finally replace the plastic beast". The car ends up being a black 2003 Hyundai Elantra GT with a sunroof and silver dash panelling.
The game was.... Hole in One (or Two). Being the master putter than I am, I even closed my eyes and took the putt. I missed, but that's what being cocky will get you. Thankfully they added that "or Two" years ago. I take my second shot (eyes open) and I sink it.
Kick in the theme music!!
Bob Barker was kind to me. Actually I'm getting ahead of myself. Rod Roddy calls "Our next contestant... JClo". I'm willing to allow the pronunciation mistake on my name.
Who am I to get bitchy, it is The Price is Right after all.
Anyhoo...
So after some clever banter with Bob (that's right, first name basis) the item came out for us to bet on. I had already decided that if I get selected to go up and bid, I was gonna bid "ONE DOLLAR" on everything that came up. The strategy failed a few times when those douchebags tried to bet "TWO DOLLARS". Eventually I was able to bid my "ONE DOLLAR" without anyone being a jackass.... and wouldn't you know??? I WON!!!
So I get my ass on stage, wave at my friends in the crowd, then have more clever banter with Bob. Finally Bob segues into "how about this...". Then Rod Roddy shouts again, "A NEW CAR". I say to myself, "my fucking god, I can finally replace the plastic beast". The car ends up being a black 2003 Hyundai Elantra GT with a sunroof and silver dash panelling.
The game was.... Hole in One (or Two). Being the master putter than I am, I even closed my eyes and took the putt. I missed, but that's what being cocky will get you. Thankfully they added that "or Two" years ago. I take my second shot (eyes open) and I sink it.
Kick in the theme music!!
finally finally done (still minus the RAM)
mood: Geeky
music playing: Linkin Park - Breaking The Habit
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Spam Assassin
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...and 5 or 10MB quotas.
Depends how much I like you :)
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Email hOMO@bashtard.com with your Username and hOMO will do the rest.
I just finished getting Razor v2.40 to work.
All I need to do is get DCC (Distributed Checksum Clearinghouse) to work and my project is complete.
The project has no timeline. That's why its taking forever :)
All I need to do is get DCC (Distributed Checksum Clearinghouse) to work and my project is complete.
The project has no timeline. That's why its taking forever :)
I don't know if anyone else has been what I have been throughout my entire life.
I've been the fucking angel child for two blind parents.
I'm the fucking one who, to the day, has never had a cigarette or done any kinds of drugs. I'm the one who doesn't drink. I'm the one who didn't fuck everything that moved when I was growing up. I'm the one who did every fucking outside chore (until recently). I'm the one who's not a fucking hick. I'm the one with a fucking job and looking to buy a car and move out.
BUT...
Apparently I'm the one worth nothing. I'm the one who developed seizures from the stress in my life when I was six. I'm the one who should be saying sorry for everything. I'm the one who doesn't care about anybody. I'm the one who is going nowhere in life. I'm the one living my life as low as it gets. I'm the one with no future. I'm the one who needs to be kicked out. I'm the one who can't walk in the fucking door without being confronted for an argument.
Well I say.... "FUCK YOUR BULLSHIT"
You should thank the fucking heavens for someone like me. Someone who's percevied lack of caring for others is due to the problem of not being able to fit in everyone when they come to me for help with every fucking issue in their lives.
Pardon me for not having the time you think I should have.
I've been the fucking angel child for two blind parents.
I'm the fucking one who, to the day, has never had a cigarette or done any kinds of drugs. I'm the one who doesn't drink. I'm the one who didn't fuck everything that moved when I was growing up. I'm the one who did every fucking outside chore (until recently). I'm the one who's not a fucking hick. I'm the one with a fucking job and looking to buy a car and move out.
BUT...
Apparently I'm the one worth nothing. I'm the one who developed seizures from the stress in my life when I was six. I'm the one who should be saying sorry for everything. I'm the one who doesn't care about anybody. I'm the one who is going nowhere in life. I'm the one living my life as low as it gets. I'm the one with no future. I'm the one who needs to be kicked out. I'm the one who can't walk in the fucking door without being confronted for an argument.
Well I say.... "FUCK YOUR BULLSHIT"
You should thank the fucking heavens for someone like me. Someone who's percevied lack of caring for others is due to the problem of not being able to fit in everyone when they come to me for help with every fucking issue in their lives.
Pardon me for not having the time you think I should have.