• Ha.

    This is just absolute classic. And the reason I hang out in techsupport. Warning: extremely geekish technical terminology involved. If you read and do not understand, you have been sufficiently warned. Michelle (Sheyrena), you’d probably get more appreciation out of it than most. If only because you’re probably one of the few on my flist who’d understand the whole damn thing.

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  • … Oh my.

    This is either a very small business, or a very dodgey one. And I almost applied for it, to boot. Just one question for the masses, maybe someone can, um, enlighten me a little bit? What kind of company, particularly looking for any kind of professional employee, wants resumes and such to be thrown to a Yahoo email address? Scratch that one off the list. Next?

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  • I’d love to be the judge in this case.

    You told her to do what now? And this, folks, is part of the reason I still have a lingering interest in law. I have absolutely no interest in politics, except for the occasional mockery of them, but damn. Conveniently, this serves both purposes just fine. Who needs a sponsorship scandal when your own local pawns er, sorry, politicians are shooting themselves in the foot?

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  • What does your bed say about you?

    Done at the insistence of a few people. Damn you all.


    What Your Bed Says About You


    Outward appearances aren’t important to you at all. You think that the over emphasis on looks to be shallow.

    Your life tends to be completely chaotic. You aren’t a very organized person, and you tend to be slow in cleaning up messes.

    You are not very high maintenance in general, but you are high maintenance about a few things.

    In relationships, you tend to be quite dominant. You enjoy taking charge.

    You tend to be a dreamy, head in the clouds type of person. You think in terms of possibilities.

    You are a bit of a homebody, but you can also make yourself at home anywhere.

    Quiz, you are broken. Very, very broken. I demand a refund of my 2 minutes.

  • Welp, now I’ve done it.

    At the beginning of the month, Jess (samari76) ended up at my place for about a week, and we promptly killed it raising hell in a few different ways all at once. So it’s only fair that we end the month with me crashing at her place for about that long. So, as of the 29th of the month, I officially skip the country until the second week of September. I’m looking forward to it, and I can tell she is as well. She’s already pretty much made a list of the people she wants to introduce me to, I swear. I got to talk to one of them tonight, and she seems nice enough. Employment things are kind of taking their sweet time to come to fruition, and I’m getting rather bored of delaying things until I hear something definite. Surely they won’t miss me for a grand total of a week and a bit. And if they do, they’ll get over it. I’ve been tossing this little getaway around in my head for a while, and just tonight decided to make it all official like. So with reference number in hand (I ordered it over the phone, because Greyhound’s website is made of fail), I check outa this here country at 2:30 on Friday. And from then until a week from that Sunday, I don’t wanna hear anything about the job market, and my employment or lack thereof. There be partying stateside, and god dammit I want in on the action. I do, after all, have to see if the rumours of some of Jessica’s people not being able to hold their alcohol are in fact true. Or something. Cell phone’ll be on me of course, but email and IM will just plain not be happening as often, if at all. Anyone who doesn’t have my cell number and wants it, hit me up before I take off. Anywho. Finishing caffinated beverage, throwing myself in the shower, and then maybe considering sleep. Tomorrow, I go postal on employment people until they give me an answer. And Friday, I do that thing where I fuck off for a week. Does today really have to only be Monday (well, technically Tuesday)?

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  • What religion should you be?


    You Should Be An Atheist


    So it’s not really a religion. But that’s the whole point.
    You don’t buy into the whole God thing… or you just don’t care.

    You may feel very alone in a world full of religious people.
    But just remember, atheism has a long and rich intellectual history.

    Hmm. Could work. Maybe. Or not. Zuh?

  • And this one, stole from Jess (Samari76).

    So, arinoch, your LiveJournal reveals…

    You are… 3% unique (blame, for example, your interest in being blatantly honest) and 25% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are normal. In terms of the way you relate to people, you believe in give and take. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is intellectual.

    Your overall weirdness is: 27

    (The average level of weirdness is: 27.
    You are weirder than 62% of other LJers.)

    Find out what your weirdness level is!

  • Yoink.

    Punked from Shon (thecrazykiwi). This is what happens when I lack in anything creative/inspiring/bitchy. Mind, I also question the resulting answer, but y’know.

    The Blogalyser reveals…

    Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 11.

    This suggests that your writing style is conventional
    (to communicate well you should aim for a figure between 10 and 20).Your blog has 12 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by complexity
    (writing for the web should be concise).

    CHARACTER MATRIX

    male malefemale female
    self oneselfgroupworld world
    past pastpresentfuture future

    Your text shows characteristics which are 50% male and 50% female
    (for more information see the Gender Genie).
    Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.

    Find out what your blogging style is like!

  • Reason number 9582 why I shouldn’t be pulling all-nighters.

    Random observation: honey garlic wings, while being supremely divine in their awesomeness, make my apartment smell really, really good.

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  • I will never look at Christmas the same again.

    Leave it to the commedians.

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