On the freeway just now I was cut off by the typical big raised pickup, and the guy had trucknutz. I wonder if I should start making large sagging misshapen breasts to stick on minivans in retort? By the way, gals: “TruckNutz.com is looking for 12 hot ladies to model for the TruckNutz.com calendar next year.”
The worst pervo site ever is boytaur. As much as I am super tolerant of other people’s fetishes, etc etc, these people need to be cleansed with fire. Mostly because of the bad photoshopping, though, I think.
The other day on the way home there was a big tanker truck from Praxair in front of me. They ship things like liquid gases. A large hissing roaring fountain of STUFF was coming off the top of the truck and the guy was pulling off the freeway. I really hope it was just liquid nitrogen cooking off.
I got the rest of the complete works of Scenic in the mail from Parasol. I’m so happy! I thought Incident at Cima was going to be impossible to find. Not only do I love that surf/Morricone/spanish desert atmospheric thing they do, but as I keep forgetting my friend Mark is in the band, and he’s not only a great guitar player but a nice guy too. Ferdinand is playing this weekend; maybe I’ll see him and I can give him a big HUG or something.
This is your Captain shrieking courtesy of marm0t.
Tonight is the company holiday party. It’s at the lot, so lots of security will be present, strip search, metal detector in my hoohoo, etc. I hope the hors d’oeuvres are worth it.
One of my mom’s friends just dropped dead, and under depressing circumstances too. I bought mom some Almond Roca last night and made her cry (in a good way). Turns out that’s what her dad always bought her as a special gift as a kid.
I have discovered my least favorite music: Christmas R&B. You know, the kind of too many yodelly notes fuck-me R&B? Except Christmasy. OOOOOHOHOHOWOWOWWO BAAAAYBEEE IT’S CHRISTMAAAAS AND YOOUUUOUOUOUO AREN’T HEEEEEREEREEEREEE fuck you shuddup. MC Grinch is in the house, bring on the noise, none of that pussy shit for me.
Last item: Walnut gorgonzola tortellini rule.
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That music is essentially ADP’s seasonal hold music, but with vocals. Bad R&B is no difference than Kenny G/KTWV schlock to me…
That Bruce Dickenson thing is TOTALLY in character for him. He’s one of those easily bored European leasure-class folks who never got into heroin or dating royalty, so he fancies himself a renaissance man. Like ‘Our Man Flynt’, but not in on his own joke.
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Unfortunately, I saw Destiny’s Child on the Today Show this morning.
You know what else they do with the too-many-yodely-notes R&B? They wave their hands and concomitant nail extensions around as if to conduct their own yodeling, in a manner than recalls the petting of an invisible dog.
I hate that.
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I always think I’m missing out by not driving, because I don’t see as many cool/weird things around. I mean, Trucknutz in the Wild — I’m jealous. Thinking about it though, a week or so ago, when I was walking Una at 4:30 a.m., we saw a very strange thing… a man, about 55 years old, riding a recumbent bike, wearing bright white long johns, stocking cap and sneakers, driving down the middle of the road. Una wouldn’t stop barking, and I couldn’t stop staring, so I couldn’t really get mad. He looked sort of like Scrooge on a bike, I guess. Wormhole from Dickensian England in Vancouver!
Please give your mom a big hug from me, if she’s into that sort of thing. She’s a wonderful person, and so are you, so you both can use a good one.
HONK SMOOCH!
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-Last item: Walnut gorgonzola tortellini rule.
That wouldn’t be the Trader Joe’s one would it??
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Oh, the humanity
Why do I click on a link when you describe it as “the worst pervo site” and the people involved needing to be “cleansed with fire”?
What makes me do this?
I hate you, milkman ig.
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