Wet & Wild

Went up to Wisconsin with some friends for an overnighter. I had a relaxing time, and I'm hoping it broke my streak of crappy luck lately. We played some Cranium, ate lots of good bad food (taste: good, health: bad), and had to cope with rain towards the end of the day and the drive back. Cheese curds were, surprisingly, a hit. Not being much of a cheese fan, I didn't expect to like them, but man was I wrong. SO. GOOD.

We did a little hiking/walking-through-the-woods this morning, so I leave you with this picture. Notice the sign in the background. We are such rebels.

Rant: Barnes & Noble Can Kiss My Noble Ass

Barnes & Noble,

I hate you so much right now. I called to see if you had a book. You didn't. I special ordered it. That was two weeks ago. When I ordered it, they said "oh, it should be here in a few days." I went back five days later. Then eight days later. NADA. You SUCK. I was having a shitty day today. I decided I would check if it was there on my way back from school. I unfortunately had to double park (saw the yellow paint, DIDN'T see the fire hydrant). I ran in and asked the person at the customer service desk. She was a bitch, looked at me with a sour face, and told me she was helping someone else. You left me standing there. I went to the cashier to ask him if the book had arrived. He started looking it up, then had to go ring someone up. You got another woman to help me. She looked it up. MIRACLE OF MIRACLES, IT HAD ARRIVED. THAT DAY. How incompetent ARE you people?? Then I had to wait long minutes for you to retrieve the book. Those extra three minutes LITERALLY cost me $100. Because when I came out, THERE WAS A FUCKING TICKET ON MY WINDSHIELD. TIME STAMPED TO THREE MINUTES AGO. BARNES & NOBLE, I HATE YOU.

And that is why I will always shop at Borders, now and forevermore.

Fuck off,
odderie

Unparalleled Paranoia

Today I spent a solid twenty minutes looking for my keys. Over here, over there, everywhere. Since I have a studio, there really aren't too many places to look. Where did I find them? In the lock. SCARY. I felt alternately relieved and scared shitless.

Here's a thought, though...why are things always in the last place you expected them to be? Is it just sheer ridiculousness? Or is it because that's the last place you looked? Let's all hear it: Hrmmmmm...

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

20 PAGES, BIATCH!

*does the cabbage patch*

Holy semantics, Batman!

Robin: "Ghoti" is "fish?"

Batman: See here. English phonetics. GH becomes F, as in "tough" or "laugh." O becomes I as in "women." TI becomes SH as in "ration" or the word "nation."

Robin: Holy semantics, Batman. You never cease to amaze me!

Batman: No time for compliments, Robin. We must thwart some criminals. To the Batmobile!

And why the exclamation?
I have three weeks to finish my three papers. I have 18 craptacular pages out of 20 for the first, 0 out of 15 for another, and 0 out of 20 for the third. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Edit: Oh, what the hell, here's another one:

Dick: Gosh, Economics is sure a dull subject.

Bruce: Oh, you must be jesting, Dick. Economics dull? The glamour, the romance of commerce... Hmm. It's the very lifeblood of our country's society.

Whatever happened to...

Popples?
I had a Prize Popple back in the day.

Non-regiftable even?

Did you ever have that friend who is just a bad gift giver? I mean, so bad that you can't even regift the stuff? Sucks.

DAMN is he hot

I remember when I was working at the library, I cataloged this magazine and was thisclose to marking it as "lost" just so I could bring Dayton Schlosser home with me. *le sigh*

U.S. Air Guitar Championships

Who's with me????

Thanks, Yelpers. :)

Show Me The Money

My professor just said that "there are a number of professors here who make one dollar a year. They do it for the love of teaching."

Any guesses????