Systems up and down in Sannduhskeee

For several weeks, we made plans for me to invade the palace known as cavemanhed's abode to fondle MOOGs, play with Phyllis the Ferret, and talk trash until 5AM in real-life, vis-a-vis stylings, as opposed to the AIM styles. They are aiight, but nothing to throw knives at successfully.

Nothing beats the sensation of flesh as it break to the caress of something sharp...

*shivers*

It was going to happen last weekend, like the one precvious to the one just passed? Something something something happened, however, and the slacker in me crumbled into a heap of anti-matter and would not drive anywhere for any given reason.

This weekend, it finally happened. I was bad, IMing at work (because I want any and all diversions from it right now) with the silly boy, and suddenly we were exchanging addresses and last names (I've known him for what seems like an eternity and have never known his last name), and I made my plans to depart shortly after work.

Well, needless to say I worked late. That happens. Also, my friend ROb from VA called, someone I have known 15+ years. We met when I was a freshman in high school. He was a senior, in classes with my sister Julene (F%&^%^$%^$#!!) and the best friend of one Philip Waddles whom I would later date, and become one of the most popular couples in school. Yes, I was popular for a minute, because I was thin and dating this tall, gorgeous guy with blond hair and amazing blue eyes.

Let me just say that it ended very badly, and Rob assures me that Philip still talks shite about me. *laughs*

So ( Rob called )

So yeah, I get off the phone, call Christopher and find out there is a girl named Katie there as well, but no Penny, who was supposed to fondle the MOOGs with us, or play some mad drums. Something like that. I told him I would be leaving in 20 minutes, watched Scrat rearrange his nuts with wraptboy cackling away, got gas at a station on Scranton and Clark (because I am a brazen li'l white biotch. heh) and was off to Sandusky by midnight.

( The Journey )

Now, lemme say this - ( his apartment... )

The night got better from here. We made tasty drinks made of vodka, rum, banana something or another and OJ...fruity-tooty yumminess. We then sat on his large white fun-fur rug, just between the green stripey-couch and the brown weird one, along with a bunch of fluffy pillows, and he pulled out an original Atari box, complete with a dozen or so games. I about died!

We spent the next hour or more playing games, mostly focused on Pong and giggling at our inabilities. Well, cavemanhed whooped my arse, but he plays it all the time. Katie was more my equal, and a bit tipsy no less. Mad giggling and silliness ensued.

Then he was all, "Hey let's go play with the MOOGs!" and we were all "YAY!" and we went and he told me about his landlord somewhere in all of this who is super weird about noise in the building and it's all no-smoking and huge (cavemanhed's place is BEASTLY, you just don't even understand). "You must turn the handle to your door to close it more quietly." LOL

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BRR!!!

Cleveland
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*snorts*

The darksiren in Bulletproof Hunk

In this thrill-per-minute spy thriller, thedarksiren (Emma Thompson) is an undercover informant with a problem. She has to get to bindrune (Denise Richards) before her nemesis, wraptboy (Jet Li), employs her. For no apparent reason, she attempts a break-in at a subterranean warehouse, not knowing what she expects to find inside. The killing doesn't stop until you turn it off in disgust.

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The War on Gloom is not going according to plan

and today is getting grumblier by the second.

Therefore, I bring out my special weapon of choice...a glass of OJ mixed with Peach nectar and...

BIZARRE NEWS

Wednesday, January 7, 2004

"Spanning the globe for the weird...strange...and stupid."


Greetings fellow Bizarros:

It has always been said that laughter is the best medicine.
Scientifically speaking, studies have shown that laughing
produces beneficial effects on physical health, including
decreasing the secretion of certain stress hormones and
boosting blood levels of infection-fighting antibodies. Still,
just like any other medicine, overdoses can lead to fatal
consequences.

Though we often think of the term 'dying laughing' as an
exaggeration, there have been cases where an intense case of
the chuckles was believed to be the cause of one's demise. Back
on March 24, 1975, 50-year-old English bricklayer Alex Mitchell
kicked the bucket while roaring with laughter at one of his
favorite television shows. His widow witnessed her husband
laugh for twenty-five minutes straight, give one last
tremendous howl, slump onto the television set and croak.

A more recent account was reported just last year from Bangkok,
Thailand. It was reported that a 52-year-old ice cream truck
driver began laughing in his sleep. After a two-minute episode
of the giggles, during which his wife tried to wake him up,
the man stopped breathing and died. After an autopsy revealed
that the man died of a heart attack, the doctor professed that
it was possible that the man could have suffered a heart
seizure from laughing too hard.

Do the tales of these two men perishing from an overabundance
of laughter sound like real life accounts or modern day urban
legends? Either way, you might want to contact your physician
about what dosage of laughter is right for you.

Bizarrely,

Lewis
(or, some guy that writes these things)

***

My younger sister once cracked a rib from laughing too hard, so I s'pose these are not very far-fetched.

And the moral of the story kiddies?

If you want to kill someone and not get caught, clog their arteries with gook at local diners, have them chug absurd amounts of beer, and sit them in front of a Comedy marathon.

MURDER.
( Kinda funny but amazingly stupid answers to driving tests -- don't laugh and die, OK? I like you too much to kill you like that. A meat cleaver would suit us all better really )

This next story reminds me of when I worked at a facility for profoundly disabled children. There was a boy with glass eyes who would take them out and throw them at you when he got miffed. Amazing shot, considering he couldn't see. He liked me though, so I never had to deal with it. Thank. gawd.

( They couldn't believe their eyes...were missing )

OK, I am done with this shite for today. Time to do dishes and make some phone calls. It's too cold to stay still for long.