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Ah, Cute Adorable 4-Legged Animals!
Apr. 6th, 2007 01:27 amHow many dogs does it take to change a light bulb? Well, depends on the breed. For example:
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one had tried to take advantage of the situation.
Or, you could just enjoy the many cute animal pictures...
( No, seriously, how many dogs does it take? )
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb? German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one had tried to take advantage of the situation.Or, you could just enjoy the many cute animal pictures...
( No, seriously, how many dogs does it take? )
Feb. 10:
Dumb Ways to Die
The Greek playwright Aeschylus was struck down by the oddest of freak deaths: killed by a falling turtle.
A tortoise had been plucked from the ground by an eagle and carried high into the sky. The eagle apparently mistook Aeschylus's bald head for a rock and dropped the turtle to smash it open upon the rock that was Aeschylus's cranium.
Feb. 11:
Clear Thinking on a Cloudy Day
Writer Kim Hubbard: "One good think about inflation is that the fellow who forgets his change nowadays doesn't lose half as much as he used to."
The Greek playwright Aeschylus was struck down by the oddest of freak deaths: killed by a falling turtle.
A tortoise had been plucked from the ground by an eagle and carried high into the sky. The eagle apparently mistook Aeschylus's bald head for a rock and dropped the turtle to smash it open upon the rock that was Aeschylus's cranium.
Feb. 11:
Writer Kim Hubbard: "One good think about inflation is that the fellow who forgets his change nowadays doesn't lose half as much as he used to."
Religious Humor, or Burn 'Em At the Stake
Jan. 25th, 2007 03:18 pmI feel the need to post this because
1. I'm cleaning out my room and need to get rid of yet another piece of paper.
2. I haven't pissed anybody off today (YET).
Well actually, I've gotten my mother, but that's too easy.
Disclaimer:
I got this from coolsig.com years ago, so I don't even know if the site still exists.
Warning:
I was burned at the stake as a heretic in my previous life.
Preview:
To You I'm an atheist. To God, I'm the Loyal Oppositition.
( Come hither, my fellow heathens )
1. I'm cleaning out my room and need to get rid of yet another piece of paper.
2. I haven't pissed anybody off today (YET).
Well actually, I've gotten my mother, but that's too easy.
Disclaimer:
I got this from coolsig.com years ago, so I don't even know if the site still exists.
Warning:
I was burned at the stake as a heretic in my previous life.
Preview:
To You I'm an atheist. To God, I'm the Loyal Oppositition.
( Come hither, my fellow heathens )
Bumper Sticker of the Day
Jan. 24th, 2007 02:23 amActually, this is more like "Quote of the Day" today, but after writing Heroes it's what I'm in the mood for. God that episode was depressing.
"Dance As
If No One
Were Watching
Sing As If No
One Were Listening
And Live Every Day
AS IF It Were
Your Last."
---Irish Proverb
If No One
Were Watching
Sing As If No
One Were Listening
And Live Every Day
AS IF It Were
Your Last."
---Irish Proverb
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Think no-smoking sections are unfair? In Germany in the seventeenth century, smoking was a crime punishable by death. If the tabacco didn't kill you, the tabacco police would.
Bumper Sticker of the Day
Jan. 14th, 2007 12:19 am
Bumper Sticker of the Day
Jan. 10th, 2007 11:43 pmFriends help you move.
Real friends help you move bodies.
Real friends help you move bodies.
..................
My World Is Standing On It's Head
Nov. 21st, 2006 09:11 pmTalking to people is not my forte. I get all flustered and confused, and what ends up coming out of my mouth is usually not what I have planned in my head. I'm sure most people can relate, but I take it to whole new levels. This leads to me loving the internet for all those convenient non-vocal ways for communicating.
So today I need to sign up for classes for next semester, and most of those classes require instructor consent to enroll. Normally I just send an e-mail to the powers that be asking permission, and magically I get it within a few days. Well, this semester I had a brain fart and forgot to send the e-mails. So I'm running from department to department today, getting the necessary approval by the dreaded face to face conversation. [Shudder]
The first teacher recognizes me on sight, jumps up from his desk ready to jot down my name on the permission form. This is the undergraduate director of a very large university. OMG. (He's also a lot like Richard Hatch from Survivor, only not gay in the slightest, and 20 times scarier. It's weird.) So after less than a minute, I'm enrolled.
The second teacher is actually a Graduate TA. Why Grad students get to teach senior seminars I'll never understand. Fortunately he was my lab TA for another class, so at least I know he's competent (if a little snotty). Weird side thought- I already know all my teachers this next semester. I've had them all for one thing or another. Remember, big university. This is a very weird occurrence (especially since I didn't do it on purpose). Anyway, back to the main topic. As it's a TA and not a Professor, his e-mail is not listed with the rest of the faculty on the school website! Ah! Plus he takes classes on a different campus, so I can't track him down in person even if I wanted to. So I figure I'll ask the head of his department who has given me career advice before. Naturally this person was out of his office for the day. Grrrrrr. So I wander into the department secretary/general office-type-area and ask the first person I see what I should do. This person says, "Oh, no problem! What was your name? I'll sign you right up."
Uh, okay.... What ever happened to scary, self-absorbed, evil New Yorkers? I think I stepped into the Twilight Zone meets the Deep South. I don't know how to handle this. I'm shaken to the core. Be bitchy people! Let me know what to expect from you! I like my delusions.
Jeez.
So then I find my final teacher and she nods, "Uh huh, ok" and types up an e-mail to the secretary giving me her permission.
And here I am, signing up for classes, and the only one I can't register for yet is the class that sent the permission via e-mail. Who knew talking to people was so productive? God, why have you forsaken me and my precious e-mail crutch? Am I actually suppossed to talk to people for the rest of my life?
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
So today I need to sign up for classes for next semester, and most of those classes require instructor consent to enroll. Normally I just send an e-mail to the powers that be asking permission, and magically I get it within a few days. Well, this semester I had a brain fart and forgot to send the e-mails. So I'm running from department to department today, getting the necessary approval by the dreaded face to face conversation. [Shudder]
The first teacher recognizes me on sight, jumps up from his desk ready to jot down my name on the permission form. This is the undergraduate director of a very large university. OMG. (He's also a lot like Richard Hatch from Survivor, only not gay in the slightest, and 20 times scarier. It's weird.) So after less than a minute, I'm enrolled.
The second teacher is actually a Graduate TA. Why Grad students get to teach senior seminars I'll never understand. Fortunately he was my lab TA for another class, so at least I know he's competent (if a little snotty). Weird side thought- I already know all my teachers this next semester. I've had them all for one thing or another. Remember, big university. This is a very weird occurrence (especially since I didn't do it on purpose). Anyway, back to the main topic. As it's a TA and not a Professor, his e-mail is not listed with the rest of the faculty on the school website! Ah! Plus he takes classes on a different campus, so I can't track him down in person even if I wanted to. So I figure I'll ask the head of his department who has given me career advice before. Naturally this person was out of his office for the day. Grrrrrr. So I wander into the department secretary/general office-type-area and ask the first person I see what I should do. This person says, "Oh, no problem! What was your name? I'll sign you right up."
Uh, okay.... What ever happened to scary, self-absorbed, evil New Yorkers? I think I stepped into the Twilight Zone meets the Deep South. I don't know how to handle this. I'm shaken to the core. Be bitchy people! Let me know what to expect from you! I like my delusions.
Jeez.
So then I find my final teacher and she nods, "Uh huh, ok" and types up an e-mail to the secretary giving me her permission.
And here I am, signing up for classes, and the only one I can't register for yet is the class that sent the permission via e-mail. Who knew talking to people was so productive? God, why have you forsaken me and my precious e-mail crutch? Am I actually suppossed to talk to people for the rest of my life?
