Greetings, Evildoers.
Another cannibalized post.
A friend (who shall remain nameless--because I don't know that she wouldn't be embarrassed by this) gave me a notebook the other day. But it wasn't just any ordinary, boring, school notebook. No. It had a piece of pink construction paper taped on the front. And a pretty picture of a Unicorn dancing with birds before a rainbow taped to that. And it was to be my diary.
Go figure. She's a weirdo.
First, I have to ask if it is usual to find girl who is comfortable giving their heterosexual, male friend who they are not in a relationship with a pink, unicorn diary? I dunno. If that's the norm, someone forgot to mention it to me. :\ Oh well.
Second, I have to note that they wrote my first entry for me. For the first time I can look at someone and not have to scream (in an ever-so-girly scream) "You read my diary!" because, instead, I will be screaming (like a man) "You WROTE my diary!" Okay... I take that back. No sentence can be said "like a man" if it contains the phrase "my diary."
(For the record... I am not making fun of the gift because I don't like it. I actually do. -- Yes... I am a Geek. I'm allowed to like pink unicorn diaries and still be straight. :P So there! Of course they do have to be made out of school notebooks and be given as a joke more than anything else... otherwise it's totally awkward. :\ But, still!)
The mouse I'm using really sucks. I'm gonna steal the other computer's mouse when I'm done with this. I'll steal it away during the night, while the ugly ones sleep... bwuahahhahaa...
UPDATE: Since the original posting of this... post, we have bought a new mouse. All is well in the world. END UPDATE.
So I was at the Writer's Corner in Ark City listening to people read when I decided to go to the bathroom. The mouse on this computer sucks. Anyway, in the men's room there was a fancy, new urinal with a plaque above it. Since when do toilets get plaques, right? So I had to read it. It said something along the lines of "When you use this [forgotten toilet brand name] eco-friendly hands-free urinal you are blah blah blah saving 40,000 gallons of water per urinal, per year."
Doesn't it just make you all fuzzy inside that the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name] fix up their eco-friendly hands-free urinals so that when you pee, you're not just peeing... you're saving the World!
I decided to go check out the stall. In the stall was an old-fashion actually-have-to-flush-with-a-lever toilet. Obviously not made by the guys at [forgotten toilet brand name]. There was no plaque in the stall, but there might as well have been. It practically said:
"Earth Haters, Shit Here."
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"The greatest thing about America is that we are not judged by what we are, but by who we can schmooze." ~Aubry Anne Carechild
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
LEGOs, the 20's, Venti, and Zombies
Greetings, Evildoers.
You may recognize most of this post... I'm cannibalizing my facebook notes here for the benefit of anyone who may read this and not have a facebook. (I know, you're thinking that there's only twelve people left on Earth who don't have a facebook, and they're mostly too sophisticated to read my garbage. You're probably right, but a man can dream, right? Besides--it's not like I was going to put anything else here.)
So the girls were getting ready to go to the store today, and then Maria looked at me and said "You wanna come?" So I looked back at her and said "Do you want me to come?" And she said "Yes."
This is how I came to be "shopping" with my sisters and mother.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, yeah... questioning my manhood.
It was implied (actually stated rather bluntly) that I must not be a real man since I don't mind "browsing" at the store. Hell, it's Wal-Mart! I went to the toy section and bought me some LEGOs! That makes me manly, doesn't it???
Don't answer that.
Right. LEGOs are awesome though. I'm a collector, but poor. So my collection grows slowly... and cheaply. :) But, still, it's there. I have been planning for a while to make one of those LEGO comic strips that you see online occasionally. (If you don't know what I'm talking about google "Legostar Galactica" -- but be warned, his jokes can be adult themed... and don't look at the fan art. Okay, I'm making it sound like I read a nasty comic, aren't I? No, the comics are made out of LEGOs, so they can't get too nasty. Duh. But he can make crude jokes, and... don't look at the fan art.) Anyway--back to my CLEAN LEGO comic strip...
I haven't made it yet. But I have lots of LEGOs and LEGO men. And I'm simply hilarious!!!! :D (Okay, so I'm not. Who cares? I can pretend I am. :P Jerk.)
Speaking of the twenties...
In the world of fashion we've seen the 80's come and go... and come back again. We've seen the mistakes of the sixties be killed off and then peek out their heads, and we've even seen the 70's fight to return. But... the 20's?
I kid you not. They're selling suffragette hats at Target. :O I mean like... have you watched movies from a billion years ago when they first started putting sound on them? Yeah. Those hats. They're back. If it wasn't cool, I'd be appalled. :)
VENTI! Just bring this up to say I got a venti vanilla latte with whipped cream. It was awesome. :) Mmmm...
And, finally... the part we've all been waiting for! ZOMBIES!!!!
I said, quite loudly, that the light fog with the street lights and lots of open space and... ahh... I said it was perfect zombie weather. And my family looked at me like I was a chicken in a man suit.
Seriously, they threatened to stop going anywhere with me again. :( Just cuz I'm a walking-dead meteorologist doesn't mean I'm ALWAYS socially awkward. I'm always socially awkward because I'm a geek.
Totally unrelated. :P
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
You may recognize most of this post... I'm cannibalizing my facebook notes here for the benefit of anyone who may read this and not have a facebook. (I know, you're thinking that there's only twelve people left on Earth who don't have a facebook, and they're mostly too sophisticated to read my garbage. You're probably right, but a man can dream, right? Besides--it's not like I was going to put anything else here.)
So the girls were getting ready to go to the store today, and then Maria looked at me and said "You wanna come?" So I looked back at her and said "Do you want me to come?" And she said "Yes."
This is how I came to be "shopping" with my sisters and mother.
Anyway... Where was I? Oh, yeah... questioning my manhood.
It was implied (actually stated rather bluntly) that I must not be a real man since I don't mind "browsing" at the store. Hell, it's Wal-Mart! I went to the toy section and bought me some LEGOs! That makes me manly, doesn't it???
Don't answer that.
Right. LEGOs are awesome though. I'm a collector, but poor. So my collection grows slowly... and cheaply. :) But, still, it's there. I have been planning for a while to make one of those LEGO comic strips that you see online occasionally. (If you don't know what I'm talking about google "Legostar Galactica" -- but be warned, his jokes can be adult themed... and don't look at the fan art. Okay, I'm making it sound like I read a nasty comic, aren't I? No, the comics are made out of LEGOs, so they can't get too nasty. Duh. But he can make crude jokes, and... don't look at the fan art.) Anyway--back to my CLEAN LEGO comic strip...
I haven't made it yet. But I have lots of LEGOs and LEGO men. And I'm simply hilarious!!!! :D (Okay, so I'm not. Who cares? I can pretend I am. :P Jerk.)
Speaking of the twenties...
In the world of fashion we've seen the 80's come and go... and come back again. We've seen the mistakes of the sixties be killed off and then peek out their heads, and we've even seen the 70's fight to return. But... the 20's?
I kid you not. They're selling suffragette hats at Target. :O I mean like... have you watched movies from a billion years ago when they first started putting sound on them? Yeah. Those hats. They're back. If it wasn't cool, I'd be appalled. :)
VENTI! Just bring this up to say I got a venti vanilla latte with whipped cream. It was awesome. :) Mmmm...
And, finally... the part we've all been waiting for! ZOMBIES!!!!
I said, quite loudly, that the light fog with the street lights and lots of open space and... ahh... I said it was perfect zombie weather. And my family looked at me like I was a chicken in a man suit.
Seriously, they threatened to stop going anywhere with me again. :( Just cuz I'm a walking-dead meteorologist doesn't mean I'm ALWAYS socially awkward. I'm always socially awkward because I'm a geek.
Totally unrelated. :P
Ciao!
~Magillichetti
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Randomness and an Ox
Um...
Yeah. I don't know what this post is going to be about, really. I just made up the title off the top of my head.
First: Contrary to unpopular belief, leaving facebook DOES have negative effects. I'm bored. :\
I've been hoping that some productive, good, and generally not stupid hobbies would fill the void left by FB, but so far... nada.
Oh! Here's an interesting update: That place with the MS walk and MS run that I blogged about earlier? Yeah, they finally got rid of that stuff. :) Either they read my blog or they actually clean up every new year.
It's probably more likely they read my blog.
So, I didn't sleep last night... at all. I'm figuring I'll probably crash here soon (cuz it's after ten and I haven't slept) but we'll see how long I hang on.
Okay, so, how long have I lived at my current address? I dunno. Several years. But, just yesterday I realized that the writing in the sink around the garbage disposal says "insinkerator." Why have I never noticed that before? Am I deaf?
In closing, I'm now a fan of the show "Million Dollar Money Drop." It's fun.
~Magillichetti
"I'm not psychotic! I'm a highly functioning sociopath. Do your research!" Who said it? For 1000 cool points!
Yeah. I don't know what this post is going to be about, really. I just made up the title off the top of my head.
First: Contrary to unpopular belief, leaving facebook DOES have negative effects. I'm bored. :\
I've been hoping that some productive, good, and generally not stupid hobbies would fill the void left by FB, but so far... nada.
Oh! Here's an interesting update: That place with the MS walk and MS run that I blogged about earlier? Yeah, they finally got rid of that stuff. :) Either they read my blog or they actually clean up every new year.
It's probably more likely they read my blog.
So, I didn't sleep last night... at all. I'm figuring I'll probably crash here soon (cuz it's after ten and I haven't slept) but we'll see how long I hang on.
Okay, so, how long have I lived at my current address? I dunno. Several years. But, just yesterday I realized that the writing in the sink around the garbage disposal says "insinkerator." Why have I never noticed that before? Am I deaf?
In closing, I'm now a fan of the show "Million Dollar Money Drop." It's fun.
~Magillichetti
"I'm not psychotic! I'm a highly functioning sociopath. Do your research!" Who said it? For 1000 cool points!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
2011, Week One, School, and Initials
Well, looky here... I've gone the entire first week of the year without posting. So sad... ish.
Anyway... The first seven (and a half) days of the new year were entirely unimpressive. I'd give it a solid "meh."
I was hoping to be blown away by the future. I wanted flying cars, cats that talked, and some jelly-like substance that glowed and called me "daddy!" Preferably it would be green.
And I mean in color.
Not environmentally friendly.
Not that I'm against environmentally friendly... that's just not what I meant by "green" in that sentence.
Very little to report. Got to go buy books soon, and make sure I know the exact dates each of my classes starts. Wouldn't want to miss the first day of class. :P That'd be annoying.
I'm taking my first online class this semester. I'm old fashioned, and prefer the classroom setting. So I've been avoiding online classes, but it became inevitable.
Okay... here's a game.
I'm gonna list some initials of famous people (be they real, or fictional) and we see how many you can match to the person it belongs to!
Granted most sets of initials can go to more than one person... so it's easy for you. Just make sure it's someone well known, so it's not like "that's my great aunt's dog's previous owner's initials!"
JQA
SLC
PBDBN
JTK
BHO
^okay^ guess away!
~Magillichetti
Anyway... The first seven (and a half) days of the new year were entirely unimpressive. I'd give it a solid "meh."
I was hoping to be blown away by the future. I wanted flying cars, cats that talked, and some jelly-like substance that glowed and called me "daddy!" Preferably it would be green.
And I mean in color.
Not environmentally friendly.
Not that I'm against environmentally friendly... that's just not what I meant by "green" in that sentence.
Very little to report. Got to go buy books soon, and make sure I know the exact dates each of my classes starts. Wouldn't want to miss the first day of class. :P That'd be annoying.
I'm taking my first online class this semester. I'm old fashioned, and prefer the classroom setting. So I've been avoiding online classes, but it became inevitable.
Okay... here's a game.
I'm gonna list some initials of famous people (be they real, or fictional) and we see how many you can match to the person it belongs to!
Granted most sets of initials can go to more than one person... so it's easy for you. Just make sure it's someone well known, so it's not like "that's my great aunt's dog's previous owner's initials!"
JQA
SLC
PBDBN
JTK
BHO
^okay^ guess away!
~Magillichetti
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Christmas, New Years, Outdated Office Literature, and stuff etc.
Christmas was good. Better, actually.
Okay, first:
I was cruel(ish) to my sister. I pulled her name in the "secret Santa" and was supposed to get her a gift. Thpbpbpbt. I'm cheap... and poor.
I've been told for years that anticipation is the best part. So, being cheap and poor, I decided I could fit "anticipation" into my limited budget. I decided to actually gift her anticipation. :)
So a week or so before Christmas I placed a large, beautifully wrapped box under the tree. It was the largest package beneath the tree (something I was very proud of, and announced to the family several times.) The anticipation of opening the BIGGEST package under the tree must be great. Even I was excited, and I knew its contents!
Come Christmas morning I handed her the package. She tore at the beautiful wrapping paper and then found the box duct taped shut. So I got her a knife.
She cut open her box and discovered...
Another beautifully wrapped package.
She tore open the gift wrap and found another duct taped box. She used the knife again.
She cut open her box and discovered...
Another beautifully wrapped package!
She ripped off that wrapping paper and found (can you guess?) another duct taped box. :) Knife.
And...
ANOTHER beautifully wrapped package!
(Was I too mean?)
Paper tearing, knife, discovery:
ANOTHER beautifully wrapped package.
:D :D :D
Box, duct tape, knife... then!
Somehow she cut her hand on the cardboard. Go figure. It wasn't the knife, she'd already put that down.
AND SHE DISCOVERS:
ANOTHER... no. She got a Guard Duck T-shirt.
Did you think I was a total monster?
Sheesh! Just because I act like an ass doesn't mean I gift like one. :P
What did I get for Christmas? Well... I'm glad you asked.
I got an old fashioned pair of blue-tinted sun-spectacles. I got a hands-free Loupe. (You know those things the jewelers use to look awkwardly closely at diamonds? Yeah, that's a loupe. I got one that attaches to your head with a long strip of metal. It makes me look like a cyborg.) Now all I need is some diamonds to look at awkwardly closely. :D (Of course I need you to know that "Resistance is Futile...")
(Note: Despite it being the Borg's catchphrase from Star Trek: The Next Generation, the line "Resistance is Futile" was first uttered on television by a Dalek in the British sci-fi series Doctor Who.)
I also got LEGOs, a coffee mug with Doctor Who quotes and a picture of the Doctor's timey-wimey detector, new PJ's, and a pair of slippers.
And books. One of which was written by Richard Castle. THE Fictional Richard Castle. A TV character wrote this book. (Somehow, just a moment ago, I was trying to type the word "wrote" and almost typed "whore." Do Freudian slips apply to blogging?)
As we all know, or should know (some of us may be stupid) New Year follows about a week after Christmas. New years mark new beginnings, old endings, and somebody drops a ball in New York. W/E
Outdated Office Literature:
I hold under my chin two pamphlets I picked up at the Doctor's office today. (Or yesterday, the day before or further back in time, depending on when you read this. But, as of my writing this, it was today that I picked up these pamphlets.)
It is December 29th, 2010. The first pamphlet is a "Bike for MS" thing. You know those deals where you ride a bike for a brazillian (approximately 100 canadans) of miles and someone donates money? Yeah. One of those.
There was a whole stack of these suckers in the office, and they must have been there for months. The LAST MS ride advertised is scheduled for September 26th. Haha... and no one picked up a pamphlet?
It gets better (unless you think this is boring... then it just keeps being boring.)
The other pamphlet is for an MS walk. And ITS last walk is dated for MAY FIRST of 2010!!!!
Full stack in the Doc's office.
Apparently no one wanted to walk for MS. Go figure. I did my civic duty by picking up the pamphlets, and... blogging about how they should update their reading material. I guess you could say I'm "raising awareness." Or... something.
Where was I?
STUFF!
And... etc. I'm Done.
~Magillichetti
Okay, first:
I was cruel(ish) to my sister. I pulled her name in the "secret Santa" and was supposed to get her a gift. Thpbpbpbt. I'm cheap... and poor.
I've been told for years that anticipation is the best part. So, being cheap and poor, I decided I could fit "anticipation" into my limited budget. I decided to actually gift her anticipation. :)
So a week or so before Christmas I placed a large, beautifully wrapped box under the tree. It was the largest package beneath the tree (something I was very proud of, and announced to the family several times.) The anticipation of opening the BIGGEST package under the tree must be great. Even I was excited, and I knew its contents!
Come Christmas morning I handed her the package. She tore at the beautiful wrapping paper and then found the box duct taped shut. So I got her a knife.
She cut open her box and discovered...
Another beautifully wrapped package.
She tore open the gift wrap and found another duct taped box. She used the knife again.
She cut open her box and discovered...
Another beautifully wrapped package!
She ripped off that wrapping paper and found (can you guess?) another duct taped box. :) Knife.
And...
ANOTHER beautifully wrapped package!
(Was I too mean?)
Paper tearing, knife, discovery:
ANOTHER beautifully wrapped package.
:D :D :D
Box, duct tape, knife... then!
Somehow she cut her hand on the cardboard. Go figure. It wasn't the knife, she'd already put that down.
AND SHE DISCOVERS:
ANOTHER... no. She got a Guard Duck T-shirt.
Did you think I was a total monster?
Sheesh! Just because I act like an ass doesn't mean I gift like one. :P
What did I get for Christmas? Well... I'm glad you asked.
I got an old fashioned pair of blue-tinted sun-spectacles. I got a hands-free Loupe. (You know those things the jewelers use to look awkwardly closely at diamonds? Yeah, that's a loupe. I got one that attaches to your head with a long strip of metal. It makes me look like a cyborg.) Now all I need is some diamonds to look at awkwardly closely. :D (Of course I need you to know that "Resistance is Futile...")
(Note: Despite it being the Borg's catchphrase from Star Trek: The Next Generation, the line "Resistance is Futile" was first uttered on television by a Dalek in the British sci-fi series Doctor Who.)
I also got LEGOs, a coffee mug with Doctor Who quotes and a picture of the Doctor's timey-wimey detector, new PJ's, and a pair of slippers.
And books. One of which was written by Richard Castle. THE Fictional Richard Castle. A TV character wrote this book. (Somehow, just a moment ago, I was trying to type the word "wrote" and almost typed "whore." Do Freudian slips apply to blogging?)
As we all know, or should know (some of us may be stupid) New Year follows about a week after Christmas. New years mark new beginnings, old endings, and somebody drops a ball in New York. W/E
Outdated Office Literature:
I hold under my chin two pamphlets I picked up at the Doctor's office today. (Or yesterday, the day before or further back in time, depending on when you read this. But, as of my writing this, it was today that I picked up these pamphlets.)
It is December 29th, 2010. The first pamphlet is a "Bike for MS" thing. You know those deals where you ride a bike for a brazillian (approximately 100 canadans) of miles and someone donates money? Yeah. One of those.
There was a whole stack of these suckers in the office, and they must have been there for months. The LAST MS ride advertised is scheduled for September 26th. Haha... and no one picked up a pamphlet?
It gets better (unless you think this is boring... then it just keeps being boring.)
The other pamphlet is for an MS walk. And ITS last walk is dated for MAY FIRST of 2010!!!!
Full stack in the Doc's office.
Apparently no one wanted to walk for MS. Go figure. I did my civic duty by picking up the pamphlets, and... blogging about how they should update their reading material. I guess you could say I'm "raising awareness." Or... something.
Where was I?
STUFF!
And... etc. I'm Done.
~Magillichetti
Monday, December 20, 2010
WELCOME! And Facebook, Pen Names, and the Lunar Eclipse
I'm BAAACK!
Sort of...
Okay, so here's the deal. I spend WAAAAY too much time on facebook. So I have decided, and the decisions already made, to restrict my time on facebook to nil indefinitely. :\ January 1st, 2011 will be my last day on facebook for quite some time. I am going to suspend my account.
I need to consentrate on my health, my writing, and my education... and maybe even stop being a lazy bum and get a job. (But that's low on the list.) However I want to continue my rants well into next year and beyond. So I have decided to blog more.
Now, now, I know blogs feel totally different from my usual means of complaining about life and (hopefully) garnering a few smiles along the way. But I feel that I will benefit from a more disciplined attack on life. So, please, if you enjoy my rants follow my blog. Comment, laugh, love, spit, or even ignore me.
But remember--always remember!
...something...
...I forgot.
Oh well. We were going to talk about Pen Names.
Or I was.
Were you?
I don't know.
(Nor do I care, really.)
Uh... where were we?
OH YEAH!
Pen names! Do you have a pen name? (Are you even a writer?) I know some people with very nice names who have decided to have pen names. I have several. The only one I'm going to share with you, however, is "Magillichetti." I am Magillichetti.
(I even have a woman's name as one of mine. Weird, huh?)
Now, I know some of you know my pen names, but what's the good of a pen name if EVERYONE has one? So I'm telling you... NOT telling you mine. ;)
Sort of...
Okay, so here's the deal. I spend WAAAAY too much time on facebook. So I have decided, and the decisions already made, to restrict my time on facebook to nil indefinitely. :\ January 1st, 2011 will be my last day on facebook for quite some time. I am going to suspend my account.
I need to consentrate on my health, my writing, and my education... and maybe even stop being a lazy bum and get a job. (But that's low on the list.) However I want to continue my rants well into next year and beyond. So I have decided to blog more.
Now, now, I know blogs feel totally different from my usual means of complaining about life and (hopefully) garnering a few smiles along the way. But I feel that I will benefit from a more disciplined attack on life. So, please, if you enjoy my rants follow my blog. Comment, laugh, love, spit, or even ignore me.
But remember--always remember!
...something...
...I forgot.
Oh well. We were going to talk about Pen Names.
Or I was.
Were you?
I don't know.
(Nor do I care, really.)
Uh... where were we?
OH YEAH!
Pen names! Do you have a pen name? (Are you even a writer?) I know some people with very nice names who have decided to have pen names. I have several. The only one I'm going to share with you, however, is "Magillichetti." I am Magillichetti.
(I even have a woman's name as one of mine. Weird, huh?)
Now, I know some of you know my pen names, but what's the good of a pen name if EVERYONE has one? So I'm telling you... NOT telling you mine. ;)
I watched the Lunar Eclipse early the morning of the 21st. (I Know I Capitalize Things Where They Shouldn't Be. Live With It.) The point is I spent a couple hours lying on my back staring at the moon with friends, family, and complete strangers who claimed to know my friends and family. I would have protested their presence, but we were in their yard. :\
AAAAND...
Yeah, that's all I got. :)
Ciao for now!
~Magillichetti
P.S.
I promise to try to be funnier in the future. And to try to write about once a week.
For your entertainment... some famous pen names:
Charles Dickens (according to wikipedia anyway) wrote as "Boz."
Lewis Carroll was actually Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
C.S. Lewis once published under N.W. Clerk, and also Clive Hamilton
Everyone knows Silence Dogood was Benjamin Franklin
Isaac Asimov wrote as Paul French
James Herriot was James Alfred Wight
Robert Jordan was actually James Oliver Rigney, Jr.
Washington Irving wrote as Diedrich Knickerbocker
Ann Landers was Esther Pauline Friedman
Stan Lee was Stanley Martin Lieber
Ellery Queen was Frederic Dannay and Manfred B. Lee
Dr. Seuss was Theodor Suess Giesel
Mark Twain was Samuel Longhorne Clemens
Voltaire was Francoise-Marie Arouet
Peace out, dudes and dudettes!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
In the 1800's ... or the 1940's
I was trapped.
Oi, Lalala!
To begin with I was going to Church. I'm Catholic and I was gonna go to confession. In the gathering space outside the church I ran into a young girl who wanted to talk... about tornados. ??? Okay, I realize I'm ruggedly handsome and all around great looking; I'm possibly even drop-dead gorgeous, but what the hell? There was no, "How's the weather?" "What's up?" "Where do you work?" or any other conversation starters. It was "what's your name?" then "TORNADOS! Tornado, tornado, tornado..." OI! Lalala!
She wasn't even obsessed with herself. It wasn't all "memememememmeme!!!! OI! Lalala!"
I spent ten minutes hearing stories (most likely fictional) about tornado horrors. I gleaned only a little information about her. 1) Her name (I hesitate to share it on here) 2) She's afraid of tornados and 3) she places WAY too much value on her electronic media. She protects her iPod, DVD player, CD's, CD player, DVD's and such almost more than her life. Good gravy! (Bad gravy too...)
The best part was when she said "Back in the 1800's or the 1940's, when they had tornados ... they didn't have warning." (My bet is on 1940's, cuz it turned into a story about her grandfather who "tends to know when tornados are coming" and how the other people didn't believe him. I think they died in the end. Amazing, huh? Don't ignore warnings from weirdo-chick's grandpa!) Anyway, I was curious how someone could be unsure if it happend in the 19th century or the 1940's.
You got an idea?
So, the moral of the story is... don't die from tornados, and the 1800's and the 1940's are VERY confusing.
Would they be more confusing IN A TANK??? Tell me what YOU think.
Oi, Lalala!
To begin with I was going to Church. I'm Catholic and I was gonna go to confession. In the gathering space outside the church I ran into a young girl who wanted to talk... about tornados. ??? Okay, I realize I'm ruggedly handsome and all around great looking; I'm possibly even drop-dead gorgeous, but what the hell? There was no, "How's the weather?" "What's up?" "Where do you work?" or any other conversation starters. It was "what's your name?" then "TORNADOS! Tornado, tornado, tornado..." OI! Lalala!
She wasn't even obsessed with herself. It wasn't all "memememememmeme!!!! OI! Lalala!"
I spent ten minutes hearing stories (most likely fictional) about tornado horrors. I gleaned only a little information about her. 1) Her name (I hesitate to share it on here) 2) She's afraid of tornados and 3) she places WAY too much value on her electronic media. She protects her iPod, DVD player, CD's, CD player, DVD's and such almost more than her life. Good gravy! (Bad gravy too...)
The best part was when she said "Back in the 1800's or the 1940's, when they had tornados ... they didn't have warning." (My bet is on 1940's, cuz it turned into a story about her grandfather who "tends to know when tornados are coming" and how the other people didn't believe him. I think they died in the end. Amazing, huh? Don't ignore warnings from weirdo-chick's grandpa!) Anyway, I was curious how someone could be unsure if it happend in the 19th century or the 1940's.
You got an idea?
So, the moral of the story is... don't die from tornados, and the 1800's and the 1940's are VERY confusing.
Would they be more confusing IN A TANK??? Tell me what YOU think.
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