November 15, 2005

• Sounds like someone's lifting links off Fark.
• Hey! I don't look at fark, you goddam hippy! I lifted it from here, a much classier site. Now bring me chocomel in a feeble attempt to undo your grevious slandering!
• Whatever. I'm still hung over. I'm going back to bed. I'll deal with you later, when I can stand up without concentrating.
• Am I the only person who sometimes questions how finding some broken stones can lead archeologists to make some ridiculously detailed conclusions? I am talking about archeological findings in general, not necessarily this one. I mean, if 2 million years they uncover a cd of Rick Dees' "Disco Duck," what conclusions will those archeologists draw about our music?
• Lower the Thunderdome!
• That we knew how to RAWK! \m/ And they'd be right.
• "Rick Dees? Aw, c'mon, Regis -- even I'm not that high!" Anyone?
• Oh, and... HOPE THAT HEAD FEELS BETTER SOON, CAPT. I'M MAKING AN EGG BUTTY, D'YA WANT ONE? *puts on 808 State*
• I always have a bee thing going on.
• *gives up on trying to sleep, stumbles into shower* *can't remember if picking up bar of soap or putting it back down*
• bernockle in regards to your question about archaeologists gleaning info from tiny fragments, you might enjoy this fun childrens book on the subject: David Macauley's Motel of Mysteries
• If I could be assured that a certain brand of beer was brewed exclusively by topless noblewomen and commoners selected for their beauty (also topless), I must admit I'd probably buy a few six packs. I think a corollary of that is really the only reason people continue to drink St. Pauli Girl. You know, cuz of the Girl.
• Man, don't EVA discount the power of a girl in a dirndl.
• I'd hit it.
• /me hits petebest