June 06, 2006

• You know, I can't help but think that it's still June 5th in Manitoba right now ... got an itchy pitchfork finger, doncha! Probably can't wait until morning to open the presents.
• I and my family are ready for the reckoning. God knows, it's hot enougyt here.
• OMFGABCXYZ!!! Prayer circle! Everyone, to me! *snap snap* On a serious note: when I worked in retail, a lady who was to receive $6.66 back in change was so spooked that she insisted on purchasing something else to offset her returns. And once, when I was at the McDonalds (because where else would this happen?), I was in line behind a gentleman whose order was No. 665. I said to the cashier, "Don't tell me: I'm 666, right?" She was all, "Uh, yeah," and slowly handed me the receipt. "Damn right I am," I responded, and ate my evil McBurger quite happily.
• Not available for comment
• DCLXVI! The Num-Ber Of The-Beast!
• Wait, wait, I, I...! Okay, I still don't care.
• DOOMED! -tears hair out and runs aroun in circles- Oh okay, taxes aren't for anoter year, phew. What's this about satan? The taxman isn't due!
• 666 bottles of virgins' blood on the wall, 666 bottles of virgins' bloooood, if one of those bottles is drunk by a thrall, 6665 bottles of virgins' blood on the waaall!
• Wow...666 bottles, take one.. *counts fingers and toes* 6665 bottles? SATAN'S ALGEBRA! I would like to review your procedure, sir.
• But they changed the number of the beast! It's no longer 666, it's 616 as per the Oxyrhynchus papyri.
• DCXVI! The Num-Ber Of The-Beast!
• 616 With photo of fragment of papyrus. Like they say: the 666 is too engrained in our culture for anything like this to make any difference.
• It's my wedding anniversary today.
• No, no, it's the day of the Beat.
• Happy wedding anniversary, Plegmund! How many years?
• *head turns 360º around, spews spinach soup*
• Yay for Mr and Mrs Pleggy! They are an example to us all.
• Back in grad school, I taught astrophysics lab in room 666 (much better than room 665 -- the devil gets good shit, dude).
• & the connection between astrophysics & 666 is undoubtedly Jack Parsons Well, rocket science, actually, but close enough.
• HAIL LORD SATAN WE DEDICATE OURSELVES TO YOU DELIVER US FROM THE TRACICHRIST AND THE CHALICE OF GOAT'S BLOOD FOR CHY. THANKS.
• Can I have the garlib bread with cheese? I'll pay the extra 50p.
• garlic, obv.
• Supersize that goat's blood. I'm drinking for two.
• Hah! Fear me! for I am the Number of the BEEEEEESSSSSS! (This means I am more numb, of course.)
• Happy anniversary, Pleggy! *makes horns, sticks out tongue*
• I be the only Monkey that, in honor of 666 day, went through Hell on the way to work this morning.. yep, really, I did... Wasn't a whole lot happening other than a couple of news crew trucks and the "mayor" of Hell selling 666 t-shirts (he only had 666 of them to sell at, of course, $6.66). And, getting out of Hell was nowhere near as hard as everyone has always said it would be. Just had to do a simple little u-turn and head back towards Ann Arbor!
• Hail Bee-elzebub! It's our 14th anniversary, and the first one when no-one has pointed out that it is D-day, thanks to 666.
• HAIL PLEGMAMMON AND HIS BRIDE-ZE-BUB
• May they spawn putrid festering demon rat bunnies of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!11!
• I should greet all my coworkers today with a hearty "Hail Satan!" That'd probably go over well with my boss.
• Especially if he's Satan.
• That would be the vice president over HR. Hail Satan!
• Yes, D-Day - let's not forget that. See you on the beach.
• OH NOES NOT AGAINS
• This reminds me of a true story. Many years ago - I think I must have been thirteen at the time - we spent a maths class at school on statistics. We were organised into pairs, and each pair had three dice. We too it in turns to throw the dice and note the results. After a number of throws, I announced that I was going to get treble six - 6-6-6 - on my next throw. I don't know why I thought that. I hadn't said it before, nor had I previously obtained that result, but on that throw, I felt sure that it would be three sixes. I threw the dice one at a time to increase the suspense. After my first two dice had come out as sixes, I prepared to throw the third die. To the astonishment of myself and my colleague, it too was a six. Did I foresee the result? Did some malevolent force guide my accurs't hand? I don't think so. More likely, it was just a coincidence - a very spooky coincidence. Then again, maybe I'm the Antichrist. Who can be sure?!
• 668! The Neigh-bor of the Beast!
• *Festoons self with red velvet garlands interlaced with black-lacquered pentagrams* Anyone care to attended a satanic belly-dancing session accompanied by a satanic bongo-drumming troupe this evening?
• $6.66 a can?
• There's a weiner in it.
• gasp!
• Satan's weiner?
• 666i -- the Bimmer of the Beast
• /collapse
• KILL THEM ALL LORD SATAN THEY ARE MOCKING YOU
• Hey Bart
• I prefer a nice seitan sammich myself.
• It's your anniversary, Pleggy? Very crafty... *sticks out tongue, a la Mark McKinney-Kim Mitchell Satan, hits power chord on double-necked guitar*
• To celebrate the day, I'm having people over tonight to watch Showgirls. It was the most evil (and silliest) movie I could think of.
• I'm watching the movie about the collapse of Enron, The Smartest Guys In the Room. Check, and mate.
• Reverse lyrics.
• I'd choose Ocean's Twelve. Now that's an evil piece of corrupt hoolywwod crap. Ackkk!
• Surprising facts about the antichrist! 1. The Number of the Beast was originally 323, but it was changed to 666 on the orders of Pope Lethargy IV, because 323 was the password for his voicemail. 2. The Vatican's special preparations for 6-6-06 include a symposium at which leading exorcists discuss whether "The Omen" remake is a career misstep for Julia Stiles.
• Happy Beast Day everyone! ....too soon?
• What happened to the Poxyclips? HAIL PLEGMAMMON AND HIS BRIDE-ZE-BUB HA! The man in the red devil's suit wins! Congrats Pleg-take your bride out on the town for a little devil-may-care fun!
• I tried to get spontaneously pregnant today, but it didn't work. Damn, now I'll have to live another thousand years.
• yeah well 6-6-6 worked for me, i spent 4 hours at Kaiser having my right pinky sewn shut after lacerating it on a shattered pot lid. bleargh.
• ow!
• In sixty years, this thread will be sixty years old.
• Poor Queso. And he tried so hard to start the Poxyclips.
• Ouch! I hope your finger is ok.
• thanks for the sympathy... it's still attached... but held together with tape and thread... it's the pot lid i am annoyed about, it was lovely, part of an old pyrex double boiler i had just bought this sunday at the local antiques fair/flea market... i was washing it to use it for the first time, and ended up paying as much to kaiser to sew me shut as i did to buy the double boiler in the first place, alas. now i just look like someone trying to be really faux proper drinking tea, with my right pinky extended at all times.
• It's too bad that it takes such a tragedy to force you to drink your tea properly.
• Two of my friends here in town also cut their fingers (one trying minor home repairs, one "trying to wash the steak knife with my finger"). It must be National Cut Your Finger Week.
• HAIL SATAN!
• Normally I have at least one paper cut or split skin on my fingers due to dryness. This week, the skin on my hands is not only completely unmarred, but milky white and kid-glove smooth, not a hangnail or torn cuticle to be seen. I THINK WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS.
• HAIL KOKO! MAY HER BEASTLY HANDS OF INIQUITY BE EVER AS SOFT AS A FRESHLY-KILLED RABBIT!
• It must be National Cut Your Finger Week. I'll bet it's actually teeny blood sacrifices for the Evil Lord. Pronounce that last word as "low-ward-duh" like they do on the picture box.
• I also cut my finger this week, on a can of dog food, no less. I hope Satan found something good to do with all this blood. Put it in a vodka cocktail or something.
• HAIL MOTHNINJA! MAY INBRED UNHOLY SEVEN-LEGGED HELLSPAWN EMERGE FROM YOUR SATANIC BLOODY MARY WITH A PEAL OF VICTORY AND A SATISFYING WET SPLORP!
• I got a cut this week from the out-of-control retractable leash on a Jack Russell Terrierist. Coincidence??
• HAIL PETEBEELZEBUBST! MAY YOUR WOUND...UM...FESTER INTO...AH...BLAH BLAH BIG UPS TO LUCIFIZZLE.
• *bathes in the blood from a million minor yet really smarting lacerations, lives forever*
• Lucifizzle may lord and mizzaster!
• Inside An Asylum Horror Picture - 666: The Beast
• Reading this line: Tied down to a cross, naked on a rooftop at night in Los Angeles while two girls kissed and caressed their way up from my toes may not be all that wild compared to the things I've done in my lifetime but it was worth the road leading up to the moment. made me realize I might not have lived as much in my youth as I should have.
• Hey, it's almost 7/7/7! Run for your lives!!!
• I WAS BETRAYED BY THE MONKEY FIST!
• Loved this link. See? We told you Bush sucks.