So I actually had to learn how to make a bale on the baling machine a few days ago. All this time I've just been filling it up with cardboard and junk that appears on the belt by happenstance, and never actually emptying out the machine.

Baler skill level up!
LEV: 27
EXP: +2436
Learned FOUR STRINGS THEORY
Through some thread of luck, I have actually ( Read more... )

One more day... one more day and I'm home free!!!!! For three days.
OK, so I haven't even started shopping yet, nor have I gotten on the ball for making the bulk of the gifts I'm gonna send out. And since the postal service is pretty much fuckin' jam-packed over the holiday, none of this stuff is going to be sent out until it gets close to New Years ( Read more... )

D'ya know how fuckin' GOOD it feels to have a hoodie on straight outta the dryer? Granted, it cost me two bucks to get the result, but hey, laundry is an imperative that must be taken care of. Especially when clean clothes are running out and one is in the middle of an 8-day week with mostly 10-hour shifts...
Day 2 of 8 complete. Somebody set up me ( Read more... )

Gah, it's weird being up at this time WITHOUT being conscious for the last 4 hours. Yeah, I'm opening again, but this time I wanted to open.

You wanted to open? "Bear is driving! How can this be?!?"
Got me some plans later this afternoon. At least I can get off my shift early. Now let's see if I can even stay up at the moment... 500 ccs of root beer ( Read more... )

Punched in @ 0730
Clocked out @ 1645

Worked an extra hour today... what with my not officially being scheduled in the morning, I can punch in and out practically whenever the fuck I want. Ru-hehhehhehhehheh.
Damn, where'd I get all these cuts and scratches from... And this dermititis (which ironically came from the gloves and not the processing ( Read more... )

Fuckin' work... I swear I'm going to be a fuckin' zombie when I clock in at 7:45.

I'll most likely be in Dante mode all day.

I'm not even supposed to be here today!

On Friday an old man dropped off a whole mess of reprints. I really don't have a problem with that; 'course I was just thinking, "Oh great, I'll just do half of these and let whoever's opening take care of the rest." When I opened up the bag, it turns out that the film was from the 50's to 70's.
Turns out that the old man had lost his photo albums ( Read more... )

You gotta love those lyrics. :D

オレンジのスライド映す空
スポンジのプライドぶらさげて

スパイダ-
生け捕ったその予感は
隠さなくたっていいんだ
色のついた夢見たいな

Ride on shooting star
心の声で散弾銃のように
唄い続けた

グランジのハムスタ-大人びて
リベンジのロブスタ- 引き連れて

スナイパ- ふちどったその世界に
何が見えるって言うんだ
狙う前に触りたいな

Ride on shooting star
キミを探して禁断症状中
嘘をついた

Ride on shooting star
心の声で散弾銃のように
唄い続けた

Sorrowful Rice. A poignant name for a dish; named for one's personal memories. However, one bite and you'll think of anything BUT sorrowful, kinna like this:

( Cha Shiu a! Ho Cha Shiu a!!! )

MARIA (to ANNALISHA): Ah, Taco Bell, huh?

ME: Yep, she's got the TB.

MARIA: ...You're such a dork sometimes.

ME: Yeah I know. :]