Odds ‘n Ends, and ROOOBOOOOO JASON
Oh man. You know how you’re never supposed to shop hungry at a grocery store? Well I did one better and shopped hungry online. $370 of Peapod later, and my kitchen is covered in groceries.
Did I really need 6 different kinds of instant chinese noodle meals? Or bags of chocloate candies (nearly all containing almonds… can’t explain that one)?
Of course they were just as bad as the cable company, and instead of arriving between 6 and 8pm, they got here at 9. After putting away all that food, I was so hungry that I went to Wendy’s. ha.
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last night while working one of my 18 hours in front of the computer a day, I got lost in one of those wikipedia strings. I saw a story on cnn.com about jupiter being scarred from something hitting it. This of course led to an extensive research trip to wiki on Jupiter (always been a space nerd ever since I got my Tang map as a kid), which then linked to a story about about a comet crashing into Jupiter, which then led to me reading up on comets. That was then followed up by me searching the internets for “when is the next comet I will be able to see.” This somehow led to the brightest comets of the past century. Which then led me to Comet Hale-Bop. And then to reading up on the Heaven’s Gate cult and watching their videos on youtube. creepy.
So from Jupiter to a cult. pretty darned good if I say so myself.
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congrats to my dads (do you say dads like u say “moms” to be urban?) who got a bangin’ new ridiculously high paying job with the government. oy vey. “bangin.” I have definetly been around Chelsea too much. Odds I can switch her over to “rad” and “tubular?”
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I was supposed to test out the elbow today. But surprise surprise, “f’n Hendricks” (my pet name for him) called out on me. All for the best I suppose since I’m delaying the inevitable of hurting myself. again.
I’m totally looking like a robot these days with all the shit I have strapped to BOTH arms to alleviate the stress on the elbows. And thanks to shitty inventory management at the doc office, none of the crap matches, so I look like a beat up junker robot with spare parts.
I do get a kick of putting all the crap on and walking around going “beep. beep. take me to your leader.” And then I take myself to my leader. Parmesan.
