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threeplusfire) wrote2004-04-04 01:28 am
threeplusfire) wrote2004-04-04 01:28 am
the internet is a swamp, remember that
I spent a good chunk of my day sitting in Metro with Melynda and our laptops. At one point she took a phone call from someone in an RPG we play in, and chatted for a few minutes. I was half listening, tracking on names and phrases. Finally I looked up and said, "Are you talking about that crazy Australian motherfucker?"
Melynda burst into laughter. It was great.
Crazy Australian Motherfucker is this batshit fellow who I first ran into in my first online RPG. He's a drama queen, an attention seeker, and a manipulative jack ass. At this point in time, I am puzzled as to why anyone talks to this guy, because he is clearly mad in a not clever or fun way. I'm actually playing in an RPG he created, which I would not have gone near except for the fact he got the boot for being a moron. His entire purpose seemed to be fixated on screwing things up for other people, as far as I could tell whenever I ran across him.
Clearly one of those people who needs to be banned from the internet. Much like that oh so Dark fellow who got his panties in a twist over the LJ April Fools joke. I'm a fairly humorless person at times, and I know I take so much more seriously than I need to, but jeebus.
Ate fish and chips at the Dog & Duck pub for dinner. I watched Melynda get drunk and call her youngest sister in an effort to marry her off to Gene. Rachel, Sam and I just cackled. Much fun was had by all. Perhaps I should have gone out drinking with the folks, but I was kind of worn out and just wanted to go home.
When I got home, Alan was about thirty seconds away from sleep. At least, he said about six words to me and crashed out before 11pm. Very odd. I've never seen him go to sleep so early. I'm kind of disappointed, I was hoping we would get a chance to hang out.
Did you know the first commercial microwave was over 700lbs and cost $5000? Crikey. It was five feet tall! We didn't get a microwave until about 1993-1994. I remember being very annoyed with my parents as a child because we didn't have one. I hardly ever use the one we have in the apartment, unless I'm eating a frozen dinner. Every now and then I'll heat soup up, but usually I do that on the stove.
The Food Network is so fun to watch. I learn so many odd things. Like the fact that Red Baron makes one million idividual mini pizzas a day. Food production is fascinating in a strange way. I'll blame my kindergarten field trip to the Frito-Lay factory for my interest in the subject. All those conveyer belts and machines! So neat.
Melynda burst into laughter. It was great.
Crazy Australian Motherfucker is this batshit fellow who I first ran into in my first online RPG. He's a drama queen, an attention seeker, and a manipulative jack ass. At this point in time, I am puzzled as to why anyone talks to this guy, because he is clearly mad in a not clever or fun way. I'm actually playing in an RPG he created, which I would not have gone near except for the fact he got the boot for being a moron. His entire purpose seemed to be fixated on screwing things up for other people, as far as I could tell whenever I ran across him.
Clearly one of those people who needs to be banned from the internet. Much like that oh so Dark fellow who got his panties in a twist over the LJ April Fools joke. I'm a fairly humorless person at times, and I know I take so much more seriously than I need to, but jeebus.
Ate fish and chips at the Dog & Duck pub for dinner. I watched Melynda get drunk and call her youngest sister in an effort to marry her off to Gene. Rachel, Sam and I just cackled. Much fun was had by all. Perhaps I should have gone out drinking with the folks, but I was kind of worn out and just wanted to go home.
When I got home, Alan was about thirty seconds away from sleep. At least, he said about six words to me and crashed out before 11pm. Very odd. I've never seen him go to sleep so early. I'm kind of disappointed, I was hoping we would get a chance to hang out.
Did you know the first commercial microwave was over 700lbs and cost $5000? Crikey. It was five feet tall! We didn't get a microwave until about 1993-1994. I remember being very annoyed with my parents as a child because we didn't have one. I hardly ever use the one we have in the apartment, unless I'm eating a frozen dinner. Every now and then I'll heat soup up, but usually I do that on the stove.
The Food Network is so fun to watch. I learn so many odd things. Like the fact that Red Baron makes one million idividual mini pizzas a day. Food production is fascinating in a strange way. I'll blame my kindergarten field trip to the Frito-Lay factory for my interest in the subject. All those conveyer belts and machines! So neat.
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Food production is fascinating sometimes. You should get me an interview at Frito-Lay - it's one of my top picks.
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That's almost enough to make me choke from laughter. I'm just saying.
(He practically disowned me, after announcing I was one of his very, very bestest of best friends. Have I ever mentioned? Not that I'm an exceptionally bitter person or anything...)
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Oooo, I'm all for you working for Frito Lay! That would be cool. You could design new flavors of chips. :D
super cranky icon! yay!
He seems to have burned a lot of people all over. I've seen how he treats his friends, and frankly I thik everyone's better off as his enemies. It's just no good to be involved in that vortex of doom.
Ain't it perdy? :D (I'm a fan of this one, too.)
As for how he treats his friends, well, he did call me a bitch because I, like. Had a love life. (Damn me! Daaaamn me.)
mmm bloody iconage
I absolutely hate it when people get their panties all riled up because you have a life away from the computer. Dude! Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? So lame, so insecure, so bitchy.
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Amen!
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