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So, talking last night, Pete told me that there was this theory out there that women prefer hard taco shells and men prefer soft tacos.

It was true in our case. I don't like soft tacos (and I freaking haaaaaaate soft corn tortillas) and he hates hard tacos (which I think he calls shards of messy death).

So I said I'd throw a poll up here and see what happens.

And, that's about it. You guys are mostly taco sluts, apparently. I'm very proud.

Pete's going to be so annoyed with the clicky thing results. Muhahahaha! He was completely bemused, "What? Wait! What is that clicky thing answer?! Why is there a clicky thing?!"
verbicide: (eating the canary)
So, I'll explain the basis of this very scientific poll after you've incriminated yourselfanswered the question!

[Poll #1362239]


* (it's pete!)

um

Nov. 19th, 2008 11:01 am
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I'm using Google Chrome today and I feel like I'm cheating on Firefox with its brother or something.

Also, I keep trying to use my Add-ons and of course they're not there!

wow

Oct. 25th, 2008 11:08 am
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I had no idea that Orson Scott Card was a homophobe. What disappointing fucking news.

He's entitled to his beliefs of course, as I am entitled to believe he is incredibly wrong. But that just caught me off guard.
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So like I said, on Friday, we got a note from our old CEO saying that even though they didn't have to (because our benefits with NewCompany start on January 1) --because all of their employees have Columbus Day off, they wanted to welcome us by giving us Columbus Day off, too!

I have never had Columbus Day off, it's sort of a weird day to have off, BUT I AM NOT COMPLAINING! WHEE!!!

I have that giddy sense that comes with such an unexpected boon, ya know? *twirl*

I'm going to put this day (and my hyper energy levels) to good use and I SWEAR I AM GOING TO CLEAN THE BEDROOM.

No, really. I'm not just going to sit here typing idle blather all day. I am going to put on some music and GET CRACKING. Even if nothing else gets done (the kitchen, frex) the bedroom is going to be in good shape by the end of day.

Um. That means I have to leave the computer now, doesn't it? *clings*

Okay. I'll be visiting throughout the day because I am a giant nerd.

huh

Apr. 21st, 2008 12:15 pm
verbicide: (crazyface)
For some unfathomable reason, I have Underdog stuck in my head.

Speed of lightning, roar of thunder,
Fighting all who rob or plunder
Underdog, Underdog!!
verbicide: (AHHH HAIR by breezybee)
1. Must stop aspirating my own goddamn spit.
2. Also, the sneezing must DECEASE!!!!
verbicide: (bossa nova - by breezybee)
*rips shoe off*

God, that feels good.

(Though it's only going to make it worse now, dammit.)
verbicide: (too much hair)
The more inconvenient your shoes are to take off, the more instantly the bottoms of your feet will itch.

Must. Resist. URGE.
verbicide: (daydreamy - belle)
If I knew then, what I know now? I would so go into graphic design. Nothing quite churns my butter like working with Photoshop.
verbicide: (me and hobbsie)
Polar fleece pants are the most worshipful creation in the known universe.

Coming home and diving into them at the end of the day makes winter survivable! Which speaking of, holy fuck it's cold. And dark. And omg cold. Did I mention the bone chilling sub-artic weather. (Shut up everyone East of GetsColderThanWhereIAm.)

I've started to remember long sleeved shirts and jackets. I got my gloves out today, but left them on the bed. That was useful.

I was too lazy to go get tacos even though I NEEDED THEM. So I will politely eat my leftovers and watch the joy of Wednesday night tv. (Pushing Daisies, whoop!)

Hobbsie is also not impressed with the weather or my skinflinty-60-degrees-is-plenty-warm ways!

um, weird

Nov. 28th, 2007 12:48 pm
verbicide: (from elanswer!)
LJ is insisting on using my 'bored' icon for the previous entry, even though I keep setting it to use my default icon. I can set it to another, non-default icon. But not to default without it settling on bored.

WEIRD.

So, fine. Bored icon it is, because I just don't care that much.
verbicide: (what the fuck are you talking about?)
I ordered a present for my nephews in California. I hit send and immediately shrieked, "FUCK!" because I forgot to change the shipping address. I immediately clicked the Account Info link and tried to change the address, but it wouldn't let me (*seethe*). So I contacted Customer Support. Some guy in India who said ma'am after every single word.

I was annoyed that they couldn't change the shipping address or cancel. I know it's not his fault and there are limitations, but I was annoyed anyway. He did everything he could do, including giving me an instant refund and asking that I just return the books that were sent to me.

During a pause while he clicked through the refund he said, "And ma'am, may I take this moment to give you a compliment. You have a lovely speaking voice!"

Oooooooooooookay.

I mumbled "Thanks." (Not at all lovelily.) And happily the call ended relatively quickly after that.

So. Weird.
verbicide: (peevish)
How on earth do I keep forgetting my goddamn glasses. They were even on my head at some point today.

Also, MUST REMEMBER TO BRING IN SPARE PAIR TO OFFICE for days like this.

Mrh.
verbicide: (pensive)
It's taken me nearly two hours to get home from work tonight. And, the fucking transit Web site isn't always so good about excluding express bus routes from their trip planner. The 6:04 is an express, and apparently so is the 5:19. Nothing more aggravating than rushing out the door only to have the bus blithely skate by while you shake your fists ineffectually.

Grr. Also, not so fun waiting outside while a snow drift forms up one's backside.

But, as slowly as we moved up north, at least the bus got me home. My stop turned out to be the last stop the bus was willing (to be fair, able) to make. The poor driver was told to stop and turn around and not continue up to Shoreline. This left a lot of angry people stranded in Greenwood. (Including a couple of older folks and a cranky lady with a baby who kept yelling about stupid Seattle drivers and how things are different in New York.)

They kept yelling at him. And I can understand that for some of these people, the bus is their only option. They probably don't have someone they can call to come get them, and for some of them, a pricey cab ride isn't an option, either. (It wouldn't have been for me a couple of years ago, either.) They kept yelling at him, which was sad.

We could hear over the radio that buses were stuck up ahead, and trucks were being routed to rescue them, so I'm not sure what the angry mob wanted from him. (Except to take some of their frustration with the transit system for not coming up with a solution for them).

Traffic was backed up forever. Blah.

Still, even the two hours was well worth not having to drive out there. It's very pretty and all, but it sucks when you have to commute in it (in a city that remains wholly unprepared for the very rare snowfall).
verbicide: (grrrr wash by azyi)
When insomniac-ky, it is not advised to spend an hour trying to learn how to post images from your cell phone to your LJ.

Obviously, I got the cock-a-doodie thing to post the fucking images, but I can't seem to get them to post in-line.

Mrrh. MRRH.

merp

Jun. 30th, 2006 08:27 am
verbicide: (I love my damn cat)
I don't wanna work... I just wanna bang on my drums all day.
verbicide: (random)
Am showered. Dressed. Hobbsie fed. Timbuk packed.

Must go to work now. Must. Can't sit here staring at nothing. Slight headache still, but nothing big.

Mornings = not my thing.

French lesson tonight. Walking Greenlake with Sarah, too.

Apparently, short sentences are fun.
verbicide: (crazyface)
"This product will self-destruct in Mother Earth."

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