Oh, I got hot sause all over my bazito!

You know what this is? It's a brain sucker. You know what it's doing? Filing its tax return

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent apple pie

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Tell airport security your name is McCannister because you can hide anything in a cannister.

You know what? Nobody notices when this changes anyway.

There are 10 types of people in the world: Those who understand binary, and STFU

What happens in a black hole stays in a black hole

The black hole draws you inexorably inward. Time slows. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

I'd diddle little umdidlie... if she weren't my half-sister.

Abortion prevents pedophilia. In more ways than one!
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Category: Work

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Here I am

Permalink 05/12/07 at 08:53:53 am, by Ed, 43 words   English (US)
Categories: General, Work

I've moved back to reality, finally. That is, I don't live on campus any more. I live in a "real" house, now. Now I just have to hope they don't forget that I'm working at my job at my job. Crossing my fingers.

Job Is Good

Permalink 05/09/07 at 10:48:16 am, by Ed, 61 words   English (US)
Categories: Work

Well, I know what I'm doing this Summer. Which is good, because it's less than three days away. I've "got" a job right now, as in, they will be sending me a form to fill out to actually get me the job. But in essence, I finally have it. Which is good. Blue wizard needs job badly.

Packing is another problem.

Byebye, Vocal Jazz

Permalink 05/01/07 at 05:57:06 pm, by Ed, 216 words   English (US)
Categories: Work

I met with the Vocal Jazz ensemble for the last time today. Of course, I will be back next year, but not full time, due to classes. We're actually getting things organized finally, and taking inventories, and hopefully labeling things soon so we know what's ours when we go elsewhere with their own audio equipment.

The vocal jazz singers really try to be helpful, and try to make things go quicker, but that means that, in the end, we end up stealing 10 cables that aren't ours no matter how well I try to explain to them to NOT TOUCH THE CABLES UNTIL I SAY SO and to ONLY TAKE THE ONES CONNECTED TO YOUR VERY OWN MICROPHONE, AND THAT'S ALL. But somebody is always not paying attention or doing something else at the time, and so we end up with way more coming out than going in.

Which is not necessarily a bad thing from my point of view. But when the vocal jazz ensemble starts being called thieves, it starts to reflect poorly on the university.

But I don't really care about that, so much. It's the last week of school, for Pete's sake! Why should I care about that!? Now, I just have to figure out where I'm moving in less than two weeks...

The sudoku puzzle that broke the camel's back

Permalink 04/15/07 at 11:37:58 pm, by Ed, 259 words   English (US)
Categories: School, Work

I'm a pretty laid-back guy, yeah. Most things, I don't let them bother me. At least, not when you're looking, anyway. What, you say I have a peptic ulcer? Oh, OK. Whatever. I'm sure it will all be fine. The world doesn't stop turning for a peptic ulcer.

What? A twenty-page paper due tomorrow, and I spent all night working on my webpage? I'm sure I can pull it off. It'll be fine.

My security presentation's today, and I have to read half the book for my music class by Wednesday? Don't sweat it. I've got time. I'm sure I do. Between the sentences the teacher is saying, I can read the book.

I got the lowest score on the test in the whole class? Yeah, well, that's not terrible. It's not like I'm a straight-A student anyway. This semester. I'll live. I hope. Just don't bug me.

I'm a month behind on my day-Sudoku-Calendar!? GOD! OH, GOD! WHAT THE HELL HAS THE WORLD COME TO!? IT'S OVER! RUN, BEFORE I STAB SOMEBODY! I SWEAR TO BUDHA'S LEG, SOMEBODY'S ASKIN' FOR A WHOOPIN'! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I may as well slit my wrists now, but I might survive, and then I'd have a huge clean-up job, and I'd have to buy a new keyboard, and it's just not worth it.

Oh, well. Next time. Next time, when I'm at somebody else's house. Then they can clean it up. Well, at least all that yelling has reduced my stress. Funny how you'd think it wouldn't, but it does.

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