“Troll king salmon”

A la mode de godwin?

When trinnit and I were at the fabulous Irvine Spectrum Mall of Doom today to see the NASCAR IMAX movie (which was actually a lot of fun, although I’m not a Nascar guy), this sign caught my eye and I made him snap a pic with his treo. I wish they weren’t so clinical about their cuisine.

http://www.jerkcity.com/jerkcity2024.html

People post these quiz-like things where they answer questions about themselves. I find it interesting but I am an egotist so I only want to ask myself questions that I have approved in advance. Here they are.

cut for quiz-like list of personal items not necessarily of any interest

It’s the washington times, so grain of salt, but believable considering both “educators” and “advocacy groups”:

http://www.washtimes.com/national/20040416-120208-4455r.htm

Also our Bozonian ancestors did not invent the harpsichord in 983 A.D.

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FUMES, FATAL, FERMENTED SQUID – JAPAN: SUSPECTED
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Date: 15 Apr 2004
From: Joseph Dudley
Source: Japan Today [edited]

Noxious fumes from fermented squid may have killed Koreans
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The noxious fumes of fermented squid intestines on a ship that ran into a
breakwater in Japan on Sunday may have caused the deaths of 3 of the 4 South
Koreans aboard, the Japan Coast Guard said Tuesday.

The 115-ton South Korean squid transport ship Dong Woo probably ran into
the breakwater at a port in Oda, Shimane Prefecture, when the crew became
unable to operate it after suffering an oxygen deficiency due to the
fermented squid intestines the vessel was carrying, coast guard officials
said.

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[This article does not give any details other than oxygen deprivation.
However, fermentation of certain organic material may mean decay. Although I
am not familiar with the uses of fermented squid intestines, I would suggest
that it was a case of decay in the hold of ship without circulation of
oxygen, and hence, release of hydrogen sulfide gas. – Mod.TG]
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trinnit and I are going to Fry’s in a bit. We shall no doubt return with a refrigerator, some beef jerky, two cellphone plans each, ten porn DVDs, and a Space Pen. Woot.

trinnit and I went to Disneyland today. I had expected a mellow day, forgetting that it’s still spring break for lots of people. It was a zoo. We did manage to do Pirates of the Caribbean and Splash Mountain, but that was about it. Disneyland is less organized and clean than it used to be. They’ve got a lot of corners. Pirates still has the magic, though. What an achievement that thing is.

This was my introduction to “visiting events with a person in a wheelchair” also. As Pete said, it’s worse than regular traffic! People are strangely rude to a wheelchair. If I ever end up in one, I’m going to mount swivel Taser guns on it.

Just as we got home, the doorbell rang. It was my neighbor Vishnu. He’s my age, and we’ve known each other since early childhood. He was, as usual, drunk and high. He loudly told me several times how much he loves me, and that he needs my mind because he wants to go into business. He’s still cutting meat at a local market. The guy is still a sweetheart but he’s so very very gone. It’s a heart breaker.

And now I am getting sleepy, very sleepy.