Bleargh!

[blamebrampton]

Working in an office on a Sunday (as opposed to romantically writing freelance in a cafe while having the friendly staff pop by with regular cups of coffee to ask questions that make you sound Incredibly Interesting (I tip well, and our local caff resembles a performance art space half the time)) is a TERRIBLE WASTE OF A SUNDAY.

Though at least I felt morally virtuous in cheering up my friend who was also there, and we were able to have a little sing-along, which was when Security came by to check we were all right ... but who expects office sanity on the weekend?

I have an enormous amount of writing to accomplish in the next nine days. Please feel free to nag. I rate the probability of me finishing it at about 74%. This figure will be revised down to about 52% if it turns out that Sarah Palin actually resigned because of something irresistibly HILARIOUS.

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[azurelunatic]

This one is the most coherent-sounding idea yet.

I'm semi-ashamed to say that upon reading that, my first concern was that Spenard might go under if that was so, and that would be a crying shame as they are indeed the leading building supply place.

Yet it's highly believable, if they were being consistent with their practices in Fairbanks -- Dad mentioned to me (upon going out of there with shelf brackets) that due to the Good Ol' Boys' Network, he had paid the contractor rate for the shelf brackets, not the consumer rate, despite his not being a contractor. (Dad built our house himself, but with attention to building codes and safety, and had a large number of home improvement projects, but wasn't in business doing that sort of thing.)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

It does seem most likely. Which is a shame. Threesome with a lumberjack would have RULED!

[azurelunatic]

More likely to be a musher than a lumberjack.

...Now I am picturing a weed-and-booze fueled week-long party at someone's reasonably remote cabin. (Weed as opposed to other illegal things, because it's a bit of a local vice.)

But, evidently, not so remote that some local teenager Up To No Good did not stumble across it, look in through the un-draped picture window (very common, actually), realize what was going on, and come back with video camera.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

That teenager will be in therapy FOREVER!

[azurelunatic]

Are you kidding? No, they'll be in YouTube hog heaven and giggling for *months*.

(I say this because Nora linked me to mythagowood the night before last, which has REDEFINED HORROR for me. Look at the interests list on the profile before clicking into ANY of their entries. MY EYES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. And I say that as a veteran of the internet who is no longer shocked by goatse.cx)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am SO not clicking that link. I am easily scared!

[azurelunatic]

I attempted to describe the horror to my best friend without actually describing the content. I wasn't accurately able to convey it.

Some fangirls should not be left alone with the following items: Photoshop, pictures of the SPN boys, and pictures of adult entertainers.

That sounds pretty standard so far, right?

Item: When normal bodily fluids that one would expect to encounter in an adult entertainment scenario can no longer be measured in units like "teaspoon" or "tablespoon" and you have to switch to "cups" or "buckets" ... there's a problem.

Item: When a body part shows obvious signs of being photoshopped from something that girls have and boys don't into something that boys have, and it's Not That Kind of Porn... >_<

Item: When you can use the phrase "buttsnake"... (it *is* a creative representation of a demon, which was what they were trying for...)

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! STEP AWAY FROM THE ACKLES!

But thanks, I am going back to writing in a bid to remove that image!

[azurelunatic]

Yet another of the many services I provide!