January 8th, 2004

My Widdle Bwain

Dear Ricers II

Dear Ricers,

I would be more impressed with the awesome power of your mighty Civic if you would use it for something other than running me over in a parking lot! I'm not very good at sprinting, and if I don't get out of the way in time, I might damage your bodywork.

- An annoyed pedestrian who wishes that the ricers in the parking lot at work would figure out that pedestrians are not moving targets. (After all, trying to hit a moving target would require doing something other than accelerating in a straight line. Besides, the pedestrians might hide behide a speed bump.)
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    aggravated aggravated
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Your Pod People Are Not From The Same Planet As My Pod People

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The subject line quote, by the way, came from a conversation that I had with Over-Caffinated Boy this morning. He was wishing that he could not have to face anyone today (and completely ignored my completely logical suggestions of either wearing a bag over his head, or trying the more concealing -- and fashionable! -- sheet.) I then suggested that maybe the Pod People would come and take Cotton Candy away. For reasons that escape my understanding, the conversation soon involved anal probes and gentalia -- things that usually do not come up when I am discussing my Pod People. Hence, the quote.

I'm going back to biting the heads off of vitamin C and echinacea gummy bears now. It is very theraputic -- not to mention tangy!
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    snapped, but happier
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Babylon 5 DVDs

For anyone collecting the Babylon 5 DVD sets who is missing a few, Costco seems to be running a special right now where if you buy the season 4 set along with one of the previous season sets, then you get $20 off at the register. If anyone else is as behind on collecting these as I was, this might be a nice excuse to get caught up.
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Paper... Falling From The Sky

It appears that today is Over-caffinated Boy's last day. Pity; I enjoyed not being the biggest freak in the office. His squishy brains were fun to play with in the mornings before he diluted his blood in enough coffee.

The paper falling from the sky (of the subject line fame) was a paper airplane? Spaceship? Origami project gone horribly wrong? that he threw over the cube walls. Packrat that I am, I will treasure it always.

I wonder if telling him that I'm horribly jealous that he gets to leave this evil place would cheer him up any. Somehow, I doubt it.
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    perplexed