ExSx: I've resorted to eating tic tacs until food arrives
ExSx: 1.5 calories each
ExSx: ok that's 9 of them
ExSx: what's that
ExSx: 9 + 4.5 = 13.5
ExSx: damn
ExSx: I need to eat more.
ExSx: fuck I'm so minty
(post title taken from Machall)
AxAx: sorry I'm back
AxAx: Opera was screwing up
AxAx: It was making everything people typed look like their name
FxBx: ahhh
ExSx: ExSx
KxDx: KxDx
FxBx: You guys are awful
FxBx: I mean
FxBx: FxBx
AxAx: :P
Joe: http://science.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=08/01/02/1624252&from=rss
Joe: SPERMBOTS
me: YES
me: FINALLY THE PROPHECY HAS COME
John has got me hooked on Baseball Mogul (a game where you simulate being general manager for a major league baseball team); I've been running my fictional Oakland A's for 5 game years so far. You have to know something of baseball to get the joke below:
Annie and I went out to dinner tonight, and I generally acted like a big goofball. When the check came, I had trouble calculating the tip. I paid with a credit card, so I actually had to do math on the receipt. I wanted to try that new idea where you make the cents digit equal to some checksum to prevent tip fraud, but instead I just couldn't do math.
"It's like my funny gland is overriding my math center," I said. "I try to do two plus three and I get smiley face."
I was playing some Halo 3 online the other night and got invited to play with a group of people. These three guys were all friends from their hometown who were at college, using Halo to stay connected. Cool. Also, being undergrads, they were not short with the "mom" jokes and whatnot. After about an hour playing with them, I decided to join the bandwagon. When my character was killed in a particularly brutal way, I said "Man, I just got boned worse than Billy's mom."
Silence.
"Hey, I'm just trying to fit in," I offered. I got possibly the best reply ever: "It's easy to fit into Billy's mom."
"The weather splits are ridiculous." -me, talking to a coworker about the crazy weather yesterday ("splits" = a type of statistic for sports, e.g.)
Brian: I am Don mattingly to your joe torre
Brian: on a side note, you're fired