How does Miss Manners suggest one deals with coworkers that don’t shut up? In my little 9-to-5 world, I do not get paid after 5. So why, at 5:10, am I still standing there? Because for the past ten minutes, one of my coworkers has been regaling me with tales of their [...]
Archive for August, 2008
Moments of Aggravation, Part II.
Posted in hey sexy mama- wanna kill all humans?, tagged Moments of Aggravation, that place where I go and they pay me on August 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I had the radio on.
Posted in your music's bad and you should feel bad, tagged the letter format is so overdone, things that are awesome on August 25, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dear Tom Petty,
Don’t ever stop being awesome. I recognize that in a lot of ways, it’s like asking a dolphin to stop swimming or a tree to stop undergoing photosynthesis. It’s pure science, baby, pure chemistry.
Tp + Gu + 5Hb +2Hb → Aw
(Tom Petty + Guitar + various Heartbreakers over the years → Awesome. Can [...]
Moments of Aggravation.
Posted in hey sexy mama- wanna kill all humans?, tagged Moments of Aggravation, poetry is for suckers, that place where I go and they pay me on August 20, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I like to think of myself as relatively easy-going. (Stop laughing.) Still, there’s a part of me, some might say my patience, that comes to a grinding, screeching halt, like a cat getting caught in an engine, when certain scenarios come to light.
For example, the associate who does not know the words ellipsis/ellipses, [...]
Ginger Spam salad.
Posted in behold: the internet, tagged delicious spam recipes on August 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Is it just me, or is spam mail getting more inventive? (And, subsequently, vastly more entertaining?) It used to just be claims that I could increase the size of my male organ, while simultaneously lowering my credit rating and paying off my student loan bills. (I would take any pill that would [...]
While I pondered, weak and weary.
Posted in what makes special sauce so special? yo., tagged delicious spam recipes, poetry is for suckers, some say I have too much time on my hands, the New Yorker won't return my calls on August 6, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I recently received a letter from an associate, addressed to T.S. Eliot from Dr. Seuss. Little did she know how right she is, for I am quite the poet. Observe.
[untitled #1]
The main sign of your masculinity must be bigger
Big dick can feel multiple orgazms
Huge rod is what all girls dream about
Huge male machine [...]
