Fuck yeah! Another person who's on Team Fuck Twilight!
I'm completely and utterly hooked on A Softer World. Marry me, Joey?
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Zombies and Stalking and Candy, Oh My!
Fuck yeah! Another person who's on Team Fuck Twilight!
I'm completely and utterly hooked on A Softer World. Marry me, Joey?
Monday, May 17, 2010
Emails From Messica
This could easily be a new CoL feature. Monday through Friday between the hours of 9 am and 5 pm, I get approximately 95 thousand emails from my hetero life partner Messica. They often include Bubba bashing and creative ways to spell swear words so that The Man won't flag them as inappropriate. The one I received first thing this morning was especially delightful:
Umm.... First and foremost though... Did Bubba tell you that he got pooped on by a bird?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA
Not only did he get crapped on.. But it was in Matt's car... Through the sunroof... While they were driving.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
I told him that it was good luck, and probably even better luck because the odds of that happening are so slim, and his response was...
"Well Messica... I don't feel very lucky with bird $hit on my new jeans"
What's not to love? I mean, there's laughing at others' misfortunes (bonus points cuz it's Bubs) AND poop jokes! For a second there I forgot that it's Monday. Sigh...
Umm.... First and foremost though... Did Bubba tell you that he got pooped on by a bird?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA
Not only did he get crapped on.. But it was in Matt's car... Through the sunroof... While they were driving.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!
I told him that it was good luck, and probably even better luck because the odds of that happening are so slim, and his response was...
"Well Messica... I don't feel very lucky with bird $hit on my new jeans"
What's not to love? I mean, there's laughing at others' misfortunes (bonus points cuz it's Bubs) AND poop jokes! For a second there I forgot that it's Monday. Sigh...
Thursday, May 13, 2010
You're a Stupid Bitch
This is the best thing ever. I am sitting alone in my office with the door wide open, laughing like a crazy person and blaring this homoblabber like it's not at all offensive to the possible gay passerby or more likely the boring conservatives I work with. This is why I'm a professional, guys.
The ironic part is that I actually DO have a sassy gay friend, but when I get all Ophelia on him, he's like, "Can you just call Messica? I have a rainbowball game in like an hour and I have to shave my junk." And then Mess and I end up cursing his existence and chasing an entire pizza with a case of Miller Lite. The next morning, after Bubba learns that I have not, in fact, killed myself, he usually shows up with one of these three things: 1. a pack of Marb Lights, 2. a Diet Pepsi, or 3. a medium raspberry coffee with cream and sugar from Dunkin Donuts. If it was a particularly bad night and he blew it off to go watch the latest Twilight on DVD with his man-child roommate, then I get all three. Typically they are delivered to my work, where I can't ream him out with as colorful of language as I'd like, but have to keep smiling through clenched teeth while swearing to him that I'm never going to pick up his destitute ass in Brooklyn ever again and then let him borrow my car for a week because he totaled his truck on the New Jersey Turnpike but didn't care because he thought his new life was going to be like Sex in the City but instead turned out to be totally stupid and lame because awesome people like me and Messica did not move to New York with him and that I can totally see his hair receding as I speak...
Man. I could use a cigarette/DP/Dunkin delivery right now, it seems. Latent hostility I guess.
The ironic part is that I actually DO have a sassy gay friend, but when I get all Ophelia on him, he's like, "Can you just call Messica? I have a rainbowball game in like an hour and I have to shave my junk." And then Mess and I end up cursing his existence and chasing an entire pizza with a case of Miller Lite. The next morning, after Bubba learns that I have not, in fact, killed myself, he usually shows up with one of these three things: 1. a pack of Marb Lights, 2. a Diet Pepsi, or 3. a medium raspberry coffee with cream and sugar from Dunkin Donuts. If it was a particularly bad night and he blew it off to go watch the latest Twilight on DVD with his man-child roommate, then I get all three. Typically they are delivered to my work, where I can't ream him out with as colorful of language as I'd like, but have to keep smiling through clenched teeth while swearing to him that I'm never going to pick up his destitute ass in Brooklyn ever again and then let him borrow my car for a week because he totaled his truck on the New Jersey Turnpike but didn't care because he thought his new life was going to be like Sex in the City but instead turned out to be totally stupid and lame because awesome people like me and Messica did not move to New York with him and that I can totally see his hair receding as I speak...
Man. I could use a cigarette/DP/Dunkin delivery right now, it seems. Latent hostility I guess.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Color Me Fucking Awesome
Oh hey, guys. It's hump day. Get pumped.
So a while back I participated in XKCD's Color Survey, and the results are finally in! If you're a huge loser dork like me, you find this all totally awesome and fascinating.
The thing is, though, it makes me compare my usage of my time to how Randall Munroe uses his. Randall creates super cool color surveys and analyzes the data in a totally term paper kinda way. I color while watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother. Both are creative uses of color, I suppose, but Mr. XKCD has named over five million colors. I draw pictures of Disney princesses smoking cigarettes with my 30 pack of Sharpie markers. I feel like such a slacker.
In the interest of making myself feel like my efforts are justified, I sought to do what Mr. Munroe has done on a much smaller scale. A survey of one, if you will. I initially compared the official names of my Sharpies to the colors named by XKCD. They're pretty much online with the identifications of the general populous, but also totally boring. The most interesting name was "boysenberry," which I only liked because it's kinda a cool looking word, and also because I love Loganberry drinkstuff and it's so hard to find in the city I live in. Lucky for me, the pop machine at work has it, but I try to limit myself, because unlike my beloved DP, it's full fat. And revealing this information I had given you important clues as to my location. Or I just totally threw you off track. Tricky, aren't I? I digress.
My conclusion was that I second Randall's findings, and also that I am a way better color namer than both Sharpie and the general public. Thus, I will name the colors in my own sacred Sharpie collection. Ahem. Starting from the top left and moving horizontally across the rows:
1. Ninja Black, obvi
2. Wicked Dark Blue, Like a Little Darker Than Yankee Blue (or Thinking of Blue, If you're a CoL follower)
3. Brue!
4. That Light Blue One That Has Run Out of Ink (I need to replace it, but Sharpies ain't cheap.)
5. Cotton Candy Bubble Yum Bubblegum Blue
6. That's Teal, Bitches
7. Olive Another Martini Green (See what I did there?)
8. Ex-BF Hoodie Green
9. Lyrca Shorts Cerca 1991 Green
10. My 6th Grade Bedroom Seafoam Green
11. Asian Envy Yellow
12. Baby Shit Brown
13. Peach! (Said like how Princess Peach squeals it on Mario Kart)
14. Fuckin Give Me a Towel, Mr. Tangerine Speedo
15. Arnge
16. Ballet Pink (This is super official. I worked in dance retail for almost ten years. I know my pinks.)
17. Once a Raider, Always a Tool Red
18. Boo, You Whore Pink
19. Magneta (Yes. I spelled it that way on purpose as a result of the dyslexia of my friend Steve, who insisted that magenta was in fact magneta. So it shall be.)
20. Period Slushie
21. My 2nd Grade Bedroom Lavender
22. Gay Pride Purple/ Nazty Purple
23. The Sharpie I Steal From Work All The Time Purple
And finally,
24. The Brown Note
Phew! I feel accomplished. It's ALMOST like I collected thousands of responses from all over the world and used statistical analysis on the data. I mean, my opinions hold the same value at least. Clearly.
K, I'm off to continue perusing the Sharpie website. It's pretty sweet, you guys. Smell ya later.
So a while back I participated in XKCD's Color Survey, and the results are finally in! If you're a huge loser dork like me, you find this all totally awesome and fascinating.
The thing is, though, it makes me compare my usage of my time to how Randall Munroe uses his. Randall creates super cool color surveys and analyzes the data in a totally term paper kinda way. I color while watching re-runs of How I Met Your Mother. Both are creative uses of color, I suppose, but Mr. XKCD has named over five million colors. I draw pictures of Disney princesses smoking cigarettes with my 30 pack of Sharpie markers. I feel like such a slacker.
In the interest of making myself feel like my efforts are justified, I sought to do what Mr. Munroe has done on a much smaller scale. A survey of one, if you will. I initially compared the official names of my Sharpies to the colors named by XKCD. They're pretty much online with the identifications of the general populous, but also totally boring. The most interesting name was "boysenberry," which I only liked because it's kinda a cool looking word, and also because I love Loganberry drinkstuff and it's so hard to find in the city I live in. Lucky for me, the pop machine at work has it, but I try to limit myself, because unlike my beloved DP, it's full fat. And revealing this information I had given you important clues as to my location. Or I just totally threw you off track. Tricky, aren't I? I digress.
My conclusion was that I second Randall's findings, and also that I am a way better color namer than both Sharpie and the general public. Thus, I will name the colors in my own sacred Sharpie collection. Ahem. Starting from the top left and moving horizontally across the rows:
1. Ninja Black, obvi
2. Wicked Dark Blue, Like a Little Darker Than Yankee Blue (or Thinking of Blue, If you're a CoL follower)
3. Brue!
4. That Light Blue One That Has Run Out of Ink (I need to replace it, but Sharpies ain't cheap.)
5. Cotton Candy Bubble Yum Bubblegum Blue
6. That's Teal, Bitches
7. Olive Another Martini Green (See what I did there?)
8. Ex-BF Hoodie Green
9. Lyrca Shorts Cerca 1991 Green
10. My 6th Grade Bedroom Seafoam Green
11. Asian Envy Yellow
12. Baby Shit Brown
13. Peach! (Said like how Princess Peach squeals it on Mario Kart)
14. Fuckin Give Me a Towel, Mr. Tangerine Speedo
15. Arnge
16. Ballet Pink (This is super official. I worked in dance retail for almost ten years. I know my pinks.)
17. Once a Raider, Always a Tool Red
18. Boo, You Whore Pink
19. Magneta (Yes. I spelled it that way on purpose as a result of the dyslexia of my friend Steve, who insisted that magenta was in fact magneta. So it shall be.)
20. Period Slushie
21. My 2nd Grade Bedroom Lavender
22. Gay Pride Purple/ Nazty Purple
23. The Sharpie I Steal From Work All The Time Purple
And finally,
24. The Brown Note
Phew! I feel accomplished. It's ALMOST like I collected thousands of responses from all over the world and used statistical analysis on the data. I mean, my opinions hold the same value at least. Clearly.
K, I'm off to continue perusing the Sharpie website. It's pretty sweet, you guys. Smell ya later.
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