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Mandatory Choir Study
Jun. 11th, 2009 10:31 amI love Andy's Anagram Solver. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dendren and madknits in particular ought to be pleased about the subject line above...
I skipped the (semi-mandatory) Cheese Lord rehearsal last night and went to bed at a ridiculously early hour. I were bone tired for reasons unknowe but sadly unrelated to bones or boning.
My overall view of homo sapiens notwithstanding, I am torn when I see something like this:
On to politics:
FUCK THIS PRESIDENT.
I fucking told you so. I'm woefully sorry to say it, but I did. I kvetched and rang alarums way the fuck back when, and the absolutely worst of them is precisely what has come to pass: our president is a fucking asshole liar bullshit artist Chicago scamfucker who very, very seriously needs his ears boxed with cinder block. This here sitch sucks dead donkey dick. How in the blistering FUCK did we elect this piece of shit to the offal office? Fucking hell. I hate this motherfucking country, &c. &c.
Here, have a look at the most impassioned and beautiful rant I've yet seen come from the lovely and talented smutwallahgordreece, here. Sample quote: 'We [LGBT types] need to toss out our leadership. They failed and they are collaborators who need to be dropped. Fuck you HRC. Fuck all of you that are telling us to wait. Wait means never.'
On a lighter but still important note:
In work-related news, we—specifically a bigwig veep at Chisanbop—got a call this morning from the BOSS of the ZARK contracting officer running the gubt side of the proposal I'm sweating over. ZARKboss told Chisanboss that he remembers our company from the good work we've done for ZARK in the past and he is delighted we're planning to bid. That, right there, is the best phone call you can EVER get in this business. Wow.
Pity my company has never heard the term 'win bonus'.
Given the extension of the due date I may well have time to accompany Lord Broc to the Canaan Valley in West Virginny this weekend to visit with the relocated Lord Blue Pants and drink Skittles-infused vodka and maybe sing some songes. Meanwhile I has my Friday night spread wide open waiting for some big, hard plans to come my way... with a little social lubrication... &c. &c. :)
dendren and madknits in particular ought to be pleased about the subject line above...I skipped the (semi-mandatory) Cheese Lord rehearsal last night and went to bed at a ridiculously early hour. I were bone tired for reasons unknowe but sadly unrelated to bones or boning.
My overall view of homo sapiens notwithstanding, I am torn when I see something like this:
It'z alway'z interesting 2 see or read of wat people think of themselves. My life has changed so much jus N da last couple of year'z not 2 mention since I first created a Flickr account. I personally have changed not just N who I am but wat I believe, How I feel, How I love, & How I look @ life. Each day I live & I learn a lil bit more about wat or Who I am & Wat I want & Don't want 2 change about my life....and it goes on for four times that long and, despite the author-engineered difficulty in actually reading it, ends with 'Thanx fa take'n da tyme 2 read diz. Peace...Ray "J" ? + ?=Love!' And despite his eagerness to make new friends (this came of his adding me as a Flickr contact), his linked MySpace account doesn't accept friend requests from folks who don't know his last name or email address. What to make of this? What kind of rationale backs up the decision to contort written English so? He uses 'there' for 'their' and 'then' for 'than' but I cannot believe he doesn't know the difference, given his correct spelling of the most difficult words in his profile and his correct use of complex verb tenses. So is it disdain for the reader, for language convention, or both? Does he think he's being cute? Clever? Hip? *Sigh*
On to politics:
FUCK THIS PRESIDENT.
I fucking told you so. I'm woefully sorry to say it, but I did. I kvetched and rang alarums way the fuck back when, and the absolutely worst of them is precisely what has come to pass: our president is a fucking asshole liar bullshit artist Chicago scamfucker who very, very seriously needs his ears boxed with cinder block. This here sitch sucks dead donkey dick. How in the blistering FUCK did we elect this piece of shit to the offal office? Fucking hell. I hate this motherfucking country, &c. &c.
Here, have a look at the most impassioned and beautiful rant I've yet seen come from the lovely and talented smutwallah
gordreece, here. Sample quote: 'We [LGBT types] need to toss out our leadership. They failed and they are collaborators who need to be dropped. Fuck you HRC. Fuck all of you that are telling us to wait. Wait means never.'On a lighter but still important note:
| The Colbert Report | Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c | |||
| Formidable Opponent - Don't Ask, Don't Tell | ||||
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In work-related news, we—specifically a bigwig veep at Chisanbop—got a call this morning from the BOSS of the ZARK contracting officer running the gubt side of the proposal I'm sweating over. ZARKboss told Chisanboss that he remembers our company from the good work we've done for ZARK in the past and he is delighted we're planning to bid. That, right there, is the best phone call you can EVER get in this business. Wow.
Pity my company has never heard the term 'win bonus'.
Given the extension of the due date I may well have time to accompany Lord Broc to the Canaan Valley in West Virginny this weekend to visit with the relocated Lord Blue Pants and drink Skittles-infused vodka and maybe sing some songes. Meanwhile I has my Friday night spread wide open waiting for some big, hard plans to come my way... with a little social lubrication... &c. &c. :)
