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cabbitzillaYou know you're a Farker when, after being cut off in traffic and noting the license plate, your first thought is "Dumbass tag trumps Florida tag. The French surrender to Duke, who still suck. Nutsack Squirrel unavailable for comment."
I'm at the apartment for the moment, retrieving my WoW configuration files and as much Tom Smith/Julia Ecklar/Heather Alexander/Michael Longcor material as my rather small flash drive will hold. I'll probably also shut down this machine and borrow one of the 512mb RAM sticks, since the machine at Crys and Kelly's is rather starved for memory. Yes, I'm cat-sitting again. At least they all came up for breakfast this morning; I think Josh and Bart missed out on dinner last night because they don't like me. Oh well.
The last of the pieces for Lauren's present finally showed up yesterday, and was picked up from the Post Orifice about 20 minutes ago. Tyler's already taken care of, and I know what to get Makayla. Allyson is still problematic. I suspect that's going to end up being a Beast Buy gift card, just to keep me from going utterly insane. All she seems to listen to is endless cd's of Top 40 junk... dear old Aunt Ellie hasn't the foggiest idea what the girl has and doesn't. Even her mom, Tina, has no clue there. Great. Here, kid, go buy something to continue rotting your brain. Everyone else is getting hugs or well wishes; there just isn't enough money this year. Kids don't really understand that, though, hence the scrambling for my trio of nieces and one nephew.
I'm still arguing with BG&E and AT&T. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to win this one. *sigh*
In case I don't manage to get another post up, have a Merry Christmas or Happy Yule or Delightful Solstice or Happy Chanukah. Pick one that's the least offensive to your respective beliefs. And if all of them offend, well, go attempt a levitating reproductive act with a rotating toroidal pastry. Boy, howdy, am I in the holiday spirit or what? Me, I'm going to attempt to survive yet another Holiday Gauntlet - driving to Annapolis for Christmas morning with Mom, Leah, Tommy Joe, Lauren, Tyler, and Fiver (the dog), then driving nearly to Baltimore for Christmas afternoon with Dad, Evelyn, Anna, Tina, Allyson, Makayla, Salem (the cat, usually called Fatso), and oh joy oh rapture oh ecstasy my Grandfather. The only way that could POSSIBLY be more painful would be if I got a wild hair up my arse and showed up in a festive winter dress and 3" pumps. Given that I'm not feeling up to the war to end all familial wars that that would cause, it'll be jeans, t-shirt, pink socks and my platform mary janes. If the old man has issue with that he can attempt the very same action I recommended above for the terminally offended.
Hell, I should take the video camera. That'd get me on America's Funniest Home Videos. *snerk* Or Jerry Springer. :p
Hrm. Smith, Ecklar, and Longcor fit. Going to have to be picky with the Fish material, it seems... there's over 700mb of that. *goes to try and crunch things a bit*
I'm at the apartment for the moment, retrieving my WoW configuration files and as much Tom Smith/Julia Ecklar/Heather Alexander/Michael Longcor material as my rather small flash drive will hold. I'll probably also shut down this machine and borrow one of the 512mb RAM sticks, since the machine at Crys and Kelly's is rather starved for memory. Yes, I'm cat-sitting again. At least they all came up for breakfast this morning; I think Josh and Bart missed out on dinner last night because they don't like me. Oh well.
The last of the pieces for Lauren's present finally showed up yesterday, and was picked up from the Post Orifice about 20 minutes ago. Tyler's already taken care of, and I know what to get Makayla. Allyson is still problematic. I suspect that's going to end up being a Beast Buy gift card, just to keep me from going utterly insane. All she seems to listen to is endless cd's of Top 40 junk... dear old Aunt Ellie hasn't the foggiest idea what the girl has and doesn't. Even her mom, Tina, has no clue there. Great. Here, kid, go buy something to continue rotting your brain. Everyone else is getting hugs or well wishes; there just isn't enough money this year. Kids don't really understand that, though, hence the scrambling for my trio of nieces and one nephew.
I'm still arguing with BG&E and AT&T. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to win this one. *sigh*
In case I don't manage to get another post up, have a Merry Christmas or Happy Yule or Delightful Solstice or Happy Chanukah. Pick one that's the least offensive to your respective beliefs. And if all of them offend, well, go attempt a levitating reproductive act with a rotating toroidal pastry. Boy, howdy, am I in the holiday spirit or what? Me, I'm going to attempt to survive yet another Holiday Gauntlet - driving to Annapolis for Christmas morning with Mom, Leah, Tommy Joe, Lauren, Tyler, and Fiver (the dog), then driving nearly to Baltimore for Christmas afternoon with Dad, Evelyn, Anna, Tina, Allyson, Makayla, Salem (the cat, usually called Fatso), and oh joy oh rapture oh ecstasy my Grandfather. The only way that could POSSIBLY be more painful would be if I got a wild hair up my arse and showed up in a festive winter dress and 3" pumps. Given that I'm not feeling up to the war to end all familial wars that that would cause, it'll be jeans, t-shirt, pink socks and my platform mary janes. If the old man has issue with that he can attempt the very same action I recommended above for the terminally offended.
Hell, I should take the video camera. That'd get me on America's Funniest Home Videos. *snerk* Or Jerry Springer. :p
Hrm. Smith, Ecklar, and Longcor fit. Going to have to be picky with the Fish material, it seems... there's over 700mb of that. *goes to try and crunch things a bit*
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