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OH
MY
GOD.
So I finally figured out I get regular programming well enough on our TV (so I can watch House again! w00t)(oh, and How I Met Your Mother!), but... the first thing I see? CHRISTMAS AD. FOR LOTTERY TICKETS.
I MUST KILL.
This is only feeding my hate for the Berry Scholars. All of the ones I've met so far get money and bonuses and special treatment, but they go get trashed on the weekends and find it entertaining to watch porn in the lobby.
You think I'm kidding, too, don't you? I'm not. It disgusts me. It grosses me out. And most of all, it pisses me off.
Anyway, linkspam...
Help raise money for children... just leave a comment on this journal entry by midnight! http://waka-laka.livejournal.com/548754.html
Dayum, Garrison Kiellor is not happy. I'm not sure how much editorial this is compared to fact, I've heard some stuff that makes it kind of shifty, but he's got some good points. http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-0610040035oct04,0,1976195.column?track=mostemailedlink
This is cool-- if anyone knows who the artist is, let me know! Thaaaanks... http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=ba1f23a395748b6b08304eaeacf5bd2d.987093
Also, I just found out there are at least two Chrestomanci books I haven't read, because they weren't released in the double-volume-type set. I've read one through four, but not recently (though I'd love to... they're awesome books). SO. Now I must go to the bookstore, as well as get some more stuff for my fish. And man, Cappy reminds me of Tippy. He's very jumpy. I set something down on my desk and he jumps halfway across his bowl. Eh, whatever. I'm tired, I'm going to practice with my buds, and HOPEFULLY go see Casino Royale! As much as a blonde Bond does not make me happy... it's Bond. DUDE. JAMES BOND. DUH. (He's almost as cool as Indiana Jones. Hahaha. Ask for proof, I DARE YOU.)
And now, I procrastinate, and I read my James Bond book. =^n.n^=
MY
GOD.
So I finally figured out I get regular programming well enough on our TV (so I can watch House again! w00t)(oh, and How I Met Your Mother!), but... the first thing I see? CHRISTMAS AD. FOR LOTTERY TICKETS.
I MUST KILL.
This is only feeding my hate for the Berry Scholars. All of the ones I've met so far get money and bonuses and special treatment, but they go get trashed on the weekends and find it entertaining to watch porn in the lobby.
You think I'm kidding, too, don't you? I'm not. It disgusts me. It grosses me out. And most of all, it pisses me off.
Anyway, linkspam...
Help raise money for children... just leave a comment on this journal entry by midnight! http://waka-laka.livejournal.com/548754.html
Dayum, Garrison Kiellor is not happy. I'm not sure how much editorial this is compared to fact, I've heard some stuff that makes it kind of shifty, but he's got some good points. http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/opinion/chi-0610040035oct04,0,1976195.column?track=mostemailedlink
This is cool-- if anyone knows who the artist is, let me know! Thaaaanks... http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=ba1f23a395748b6b08304eaeacf5bd2d.987093
Also, I just found out there are at least two Chrestomanci books I haven't read, because they weren't released in the double-volume-type set. I've read one through four, but not recently (though I'd love to... they're awesome books). SO. Now I must go to the bookstore, as well as get some more stuff for my fish. And man, Cappy reminds me of Tippy. He's very jumpy. I set something down on my desk and he jumps halfway across his bowl. Eh, whatever. I'm tired, I'm going to practice with my buds, and HOPEFULLY go see Casino Royale! As much as a blonde Bond does not make me happy... it's Bond. DUDE. JAMES BOND. DUH. (He's almost as cool as Indiana Jones. Hahaha. Ask for proof, I DARE YOU.)
And now, I procrastinate, and I read my James Bond book. =^n.n^=
