While cleaning my mouse when I was setting up my new computer the other day, I found the part that makes the scrolly-wheel go click click click when one scrolls, and I removed it. I find it most satisfying.
I'm working on a paper proposal for my James class. This is what I have so far:
“What difference would it practically make to any one if this notion rather than that notion were true? If no practical difference whatever can be traced, then the alternatives mean practically the same thing, and all dispute is idle.”
So I think I've figured out what I'm going to tell the bartender on Wednesday when I go back to his shitty, shitty bar. I'm not going to order a cosmo (because he makes shitty cosmos). And I'm not going to get beer, because beer is stupid.
I'm going to walk up to the bar and say "put some scotch in a glass so that I can drink it".
And he will meet my eye, and we shall come to a mutual acceptance of one another. He cannot make the drink I desire. I will not tolerate his beer. So we shall find common ground over his substandard scotch.
The bar is very much a "hole in the wall" whose bartender is very much a beer jockey. When I ordered a cosmo the last time I went he sort of looked at me, then very half-assedly made one and, upon handing it to me, said "that's the best I can do."
So, it's not as if I loathe him. I'm just trying to meet him halfway. I'm an arrogant prick. He is a beer jockey. We shall meet halfway over whisky in a glass.
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I want to play that guitar part. That is the sort of guitar part I adore.
Also, galactica ended. On a scale of crap to shit where do you place the ending?
Also?
VOCIFERATION, NO BREATHING!
Today someone called me and then I got to help them move their things from one apartment to another apartment.
Today kicked ass.
Aspiration, No Breathing!
i though the ending of galactica fucking awesome!
Battlestar Galactica: "God did it."
Wow. Thanks.
While cleaning my mouse when I was setting up my new computer the other day, I found the part that makes the scrolly-wheel go click click click when one scrolls, and I removed it. I find it most satisfying.
I'm working on a paper proposal for my James class. This is what I have so far:
“What difference would it practically make to any one if this notion rather than that notion were true? If no practical difference whatever can be traced, then the alternatives mean practically the same thing, and all dispute is idle.”
NO, ASSHOLE!!!
Just trying to polish that up a bit...
Caleb, you need a better brand - o - Mouse. Mine's got a toggle on the bottom. Between Clicky Scroll and Freewheelin'.
glorious thing.
Goose Island Reserve 2007 - For the record? Quite a delicious Belgian-style beer.
I is saying it be worth your dime.
Well, I saved the parts. So that's pretty close to the same thing.
So I think I've figured out what I'm going to tell the bartender on Wednesday when I go back to his shitty, shitty bar. I'm not going to order a cosmo (because he makes shitty cosmos). And I'm not going to get beer, because beer is stupid.
I'm going to walk up to the bar and say "put some scotch in a glass so that I can drink it".
And he will meet my eye, and we shall come to a mutual acceptance of one another. He cannot make the drink I desire. I will not tolerate his beer. So we shall find common ground over his substandard scotch.
Does said bartender know that he sucks at what he does and his stock is shit or does he just consider you an arrogant prick?
Also second episode of Kings did not let down.
Speak to me, as men do, over how your scotch went. Becuase.. substandard scotches are mixing scotches.
But there is no substandard Irish Whiskey, to my knowledge.
The bar is very much a "hole in the wall" whose bartender is very much a beer jockey. When I ordered a cosmo the last time I went he sort of looked at me, then very half-assedly made one and, upon handing it to me, said "that's the best I can do."
So, it's not as if I loathe him. I'm just trying to meet him halfway. I'm an arrogant prick. He is a beer jockey. We shall meet halfway over whisky in a glass.
With some ice.
What if he struggles with the ice?
ordering mixed drinks in a bar is almost alway a trap,
unless it is something like non-shitty whiskey on ice.
or beer.
if you find the right bar, you can do mixed drinks.. the simpler ones are better - Sours, Margaritas/Daquiris, etc.
BUT.. most places use those crap sour mixes. so.. yeah.. Trappity trap.
Better resturant (hell if I can spell today) bars tend to be better for ordering decent mixed drinks, I suppose.
this week rock band DLC added Pearl Jam's album Ten.
yes. Ten, all of it.
Jeremy, Even Flow, Once, the whole thing
glee!
because i watched a dino documentary tonight...
"Don't move, their vision is based on sight."
My vision is also based on sight.
I find it is getting increasingly difficult to prove that I am not a dinosaur.
I was talking to Christina the other day and she said, "Their vision is based on sight."
That's going to end up on my fucking tombstone, isn't it?
It was, at the same time, the funniest and most asinine thing I've ever said.
Bats vision is based on sound. So is wales and some dolfines.
Don't fuck with the dread Dolfines!
As for proving you're not a dinosaur?
Try proving you're not a Dinobot, King Grimlock!
Gads! I am uncovered!
Also, new evidence actually suggests that whale's vision is based on a thirst for evil.
Creatures who use sonar base their spatial awareness on sound, their vision is still based on sight.
- This is me being an anal douche.
I'm never going to get to fuck an undergrad as a graduate student. It's so sad.
Maybe if they let you teach a class...
Somestimes we just need a little injection of Lordi.
it is the arockalypse!
I have the next [chat] ready to go. It's quite epic.
I'm on pins and needles.
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