Josef K wrote:

The Code is Almighty wrote:I just spent the last 30 minutes soaking my head in apple cider vinegar and acne wash wondering where I went wrong in life. I brought my stereo in the bathroom so I could use the songs playing to time how long I'd let each sit. The closest thing I could compare it to is the scene in Malcolm X where he's conking his hair. The acne cream really starts to burn after a bit.

What about a course of mild antibiotics?

Excellent idea. I do have this bottle of amoxicillin just sitting here going to waste.

Happy 400 Pages THREAD!

H-GM wrote:I have a question regarding Personal Messages. If anyone will indulge me I'd be right thankful.

Is it necessary to delete old messages before you reach 100% capacity?

Thanks.

At the other board I was posting years ago the board engine was automatically deleting the old PM's starting from the oldest one after hitting the limit. But it was another engine, I think.

If you live/work in Red Hook and see a bunch of confused photo students setting up location shots, please do not harass them. Offer them coffee or something.

They are my students, learning how to deal with environmental challenges.

Most of them are pretty cool.

I am in the middle of trying to make deadlines on a poster and it's looking somewhat tight. I just made myself a coffee, placed it in front of me on myd esk, thought "Be careful not to knock that over" and then 5 seconds later promptly twatted the whole mug-full all over my keyboard, mouse, scanner, paperwork, in fact everything. It's so immensely retarded I went full circle through rage and just stood there and hooted.

I do it all the time on the good ol' basis of "oh, if I imagine it happening, then it won't" -- but it does.

Last night I was made aware of the fact that I snore. I had no idea.
I ask how long I have snored, she says I have always snored.
Feels strange. I snore. Can't get used to the idea..

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:

itchy mcgoo wrote:Manwich as tender.

I would not go see this band.

They're yet another example of the pussification of America.

The hellhound that lives next door is currently putting on the most tremendous display of tortured yowling that I have ever heard. It is a noise that I cannot quite describe other than to say that it seems that the dog has been temporarily possessed by the tortured souls of the damned. Normally, this dog follows a low toned, purposeful "RAWRRAWRRAWRRAWRRAWRRRRRRRRR!!!" script, but this is more of a gutteral, nihilstic "rrrRRRRrrrAAAAAAAWWWWrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" cry of despair.

The hellhound is truly an amazing beast.

We found out last week that the hellhound is named Rosebud.

that's an awesome name for a Rosebud.

i'm moving out to my new apartment. first time i will live on my own.

( this is good. )