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Mandroid2.0 wrote:Once again proving that my parents are incredible, my mother sent me this for Christmas:

KITTEH NATIVITEH

WANT

OUR MESIAH LET ME SHOW YOU HIM

I BROUGHTED YOU A MYRRH
BUT I ATED IT

OR SHOULD THAT BE PURRH

emmanuelle cunt wrote:edit: Is anyone here familiar with the band Ohbijou? I'm listening to their debut almost daily now. It reminds me His Name is Alive in many ways - weird pop with very smart and tasteful arrangements. Great autumn/winter music.

Heavenly, thanks for the heads up. Listening as I type this.

lemur68 wrote:

Mandroid2.0 wrote:Once again proving that my parents are incredible, my mother sent me this for Christmas:

KITTEH NATIVITEH

WANT

OUR MESIAH LET ME SHOW YOU HIM

I BROUGHTED YOU A MYRRH
BUT I ATED IT

OR SHOULD THAT BE PURRH

OH HAI, I IZ IN URE MANGER!

I CAN HAZ FRANKINSENSE?

When the alarm woke me this morning and I rose to hit the snooze button, I muttered, "Jesus Christ, it's cold!" and hopped back into bed. This occurred another three or four times before I became conscious enough to note that my bedroom was much colder than it had reason to be. According to the thermostat, it was 58 degrees.

I left a message with the handyman who fixes things around here and headed off to teach my last full day of classes--and by "full" I mean three daytime courses and a night class in Cadiz, one of our satellite campuses. During lunch the handyman's wife called to tell me that my heat was on and working.

After my night class let out at nine, I decided to grab some blank CD's on the way home and ended up trolling the toy aisles and spending a fairly embarrassing amount of money on the various children in my life. I also found a Xmas disc which features Skeeter Davis singing "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."

Fortunately, the Xmas spirit filled me with considerable warmth because I arrived home to find that my heat was once again not working. Current indoor temp: 49. Believe me, that's way colder than it sounds.

I just might be letting the dogs up on the bed for the first time tonight.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:I just might be letting the dogs up on the bed for the first time tonight.

you do that, and the dogs'll think they have that right for the rest of their life. which means to get them to stop thinking that you'll have to kill them.

that damned fly wrote:i wrote a poem called "let me be your burden."

About to go for a Christmas dinner with work to some stupid fancy restuarant where everything is written in french for no reason.

I think it's called "..." (pronounced by silently mouthing the word "pretension").



Ok I made the last sentence up. It may as well be true though. I'd rather be going to KFC.

I was just on the phone for fifteen minutes with a guy at the London office of one of our partners called Richard Move.

I was actually biting my tongue.

tommydski wrote:I was just on the phone for fifteen minutes with a guy at the London office of one of our partners called Richard Move.

I was actually biting my tongue.

That is classic.

Was a guy, contract worker, at my old job named Richard Siemens.

I mean, really.

There's a thread somewhere on here about all the absurd names and mispronunciations at my old job.

The woman on the PA was pretty lame.

Burr Furburr (Burt Farber? Brett Favre? Burnt Furburger? Never figured that one out.)

Don Overtone (actually Overton)

Weeping Wang (Weiping, lady, it's Weiping)

Yang Tang (well, that was her name. Yang Tang.)

The best was Burning Itch (Bernie Knych, who was my boss. Suffocating silent laughter.)

tmidgett wrote:

tommydski wrote:I was just on the phone for fifteen minutes with a guy at the London office of one of our partners called Richard Move.

I was actually biting my tongue.

That is classic.

Was a guy, contract worker, at my old job named Richard Siemens.

I mean, really.

There's a thread somewhere on here about all the absurd names and mispronunciations at my old job.

I'm at college with a girl whose family are from Sardinia. Their surname is Asole (pronounced Asol-é). She'd asked her mother if people laughed whenever she had to give her surname and her mother denied that this had ever happened...on account of there being nothing funny about the family name what-so-ever.