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- I would love to be able to recapture the peace I used to feel after finishing finals for a quarter. That was tranquility.
- It’s about time the scientific community gave us something worthwhile. Barbecue sauce is good for your health because it generally packs a lot of antioxidant-rich ingredients. So, see, it totally cancels out the rack of ribs upon which you slather it! Shit, have three or four beers too!
- I happened across American Idol this week (at the request of my sons), and began to have impure thoughts about Miley Cyrus. She needs to hurry up and turn 18. (In my defense, she was dressed about three-quarters up the slutty scale.)
- After a long period of healthy detachment from driving annoyances, they’re flaring again for me. I’ll have to work on that. Anyway, the big peeve this week is the motorist who flies by in one lane and then expects to be let in at the head of the line in the other. Yah. As if, you jackass. If I’m in a position to make it happen, I’ll make you wait even longer for trying to pull that.
- John Cornyn on repealing and replacing. Love it. Going to need this attitude for a good while. “This is no time to go wobbly!” – Margaret Thatcher (to George H.W. Bush, in a saner time)
- I finished BioShock 2 this weekend. It’s a very good game, but it was a noticeable click or two south of BioShock. BioShock 2 is a tad rote, and the new hacking mini-game is as inane as the one in BioShock was brilliant. Did that really need to be dumbed down? Still, count me as a big fan of the franchise. It’s truly unlike anything else, and that’s hard to do in the video game world.
- Back when I was hanging out at alt.music.lyrics, the humorous misheard lyrics were a popular topic, as you might expect. One that I read really tickled me and has always stuck with me, to the point that I sing it whenever I hear the song. Whenever Deep Purple’s most iconic song is on, you’ll hear me sing “Slow-motion Walter, the fire engine guy…”
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The lane runners are my #1 peeve. I will ride the ass of the car in front of me for as long as I have to if it will crowd out the selfish SOB who refuses to acknowledge that he’s causing the effing backup in the first place.
I love it when people run up the right shoulder, too, and run smack into the State Trooper who hangs out there… right before the exit ramp the shoulder runners are looking for. Oh, that’s even better — crowding up so they can’t dodge back into the proper lane. Fun game.
So there’s this standee advertisement for some sort of clothing line with Miley Cyrus in the Wal-Mart. Very distracting in some skankalicious Wal-Mart high fashion. Wasn’t my heart getting achy-breaky. She looks like a very, very bad girl…or at least that’s how it plays out in my head.
“I’m going straight to hell.” – D’n’C
so, do you remember me singing “doing well for Roger”? (Kiss song She, “doing well for others”)
Also, when Christy was here, I was so tired/distracted/pregnant when we left the mall I flew up the left lane and I was amazed that all of the “effing idiots in the right lane were just sitting there” THEN, I realized I was on the wrong side of the road! (I was even saying in my head, “what dumbasses! there is a yellow line here plain as day”) So, after I realized what an idiot I was being no one would let me over because they thought I was being an asshole. I wanted to roll the window down and just explain to everyone that I was just pregnant and stupid. Oh well, we lived and ended up with a funny story. 🙂
Jenny, if I knew that, I forgot it.
My favorite misheard Kiss lyric–and this isn’t mine, but just one I read once–is the end of the second verse of “I Stole Your Love.”
The actual lyric: “But I’m somethin’ different, ain’t like the rest/How does it feel to find out you’re failin’ your test…”
The misheard lyric: “But I’m somethin’ different, ain’t like the rest/How does it feel to find out I’m feelin’ your tits…”
I sing it at the top of my lungs every time. 🙂