Rough day at work today, I keep being told I'll have 2 or 3 other guys to help me haul stuff, and every time I end up doing the hauling myself. It's not a big problem for the water-catchment rocks or the potted plants, but there's some flagstone that's going to need 3 guys just to roll up the slope. Also, the cinder I was setting the flagstone into ( Read more... )

Sorry about not posting lately, guys. I had finals, graduation, college orientation, job searching, and job acclimation tying me up, but I'm now back to updating, though today I don't have much. So...Happy America Has Lots of Explosives Day!

I hate it when you get punched in the face, bite your inner lip, and it swells without bursting. It's like having a painful, bloody-tasting cherry pit in your mouth all day. Stupid things *lances it*.

The first five towel-wielding creatures to comment on this post, may request a doodle on a subject/character (that I know) of their choosing. They shall then wander off and loose this most infectious meme upon their own journal. Please note that since I have no scanner, it shall most likely be an MSpaint sketch. Mmm...stick figures...

I have a long history of setting myself aflame in science courses. In this case it was an experiment for a different class, but since it was a real comparative experiment, I put it under science anyway ( Read more... )

(At first this story and its title will not match with eachother. Be patient and it shall be revealed. Anyway ( Read more... )

When company is coming and you need to clean house fast, Metallica tends to make you work faster than Dio, if you were wondering.

Remember kids, when your opponent plays a card worth one billion points, let him. Next turn, play a card that makes him eat it for absolutely no psychedelic effect.

http://www.elsewhere.org/discordian/bwcards.html/

Thanks to fahnix_fox for getting me hooked on this, followed ( Read more... )

(Warning: This post contains 'rant' and the Surgeon General has found that exposure to rant may lead to symptoms of boredom, apathy, the need to shout 'get over it!', and excess nose hair. Peruse at your own risk ( Read more... )

Say it out loud. Fancy, isn't it? I mean, I always want to say "And after that we're going to have canapes at the mansion" or something. Fortunately we're Arizonans, so our definition of 'formal clothing' is 'black jeans and the least-garish bolo tie', and the actual event was a lot more low-key than its name ( Read more... )