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2002-06-17

Piggy's specs were nicked at: 10:19 p.m.

Tsk. Sad times.

First off, I'm very sorry about your father's cancer, Motro. He's a strong fellow to be telling jokes at such a time, but it's very good that he's keeping his mood light, given the circumstances. Everything helps. :)

Second and less surprising is this, but what can you expect from the likes of Bush.

Eeeeeew, link-entry alert! How skanky.

I haven't been able to surf EZboard comfortably lately using Netscape. I'd mind my own business, talking to friends and all of a sudden one of the Twenty Pop Up Whores would crash my browser while jiggling a forbidden promise of "FREE DVD'S CLIK HERE!!!!!!"

That's all changed. while scrambling for a good subject to write about in the NES-themed issue of Toastyfrog's next zine (it was me vs. my entire generation), it was advised that I "turn off Javascript" while in the forums. I did. And the difference is remarkable. Now I surf commando. Frolocking the web without Javascript is like swimming naked in an Irish spring blessed by Jesus the Unicorn himself. It's lovely.

I saw the coolest thing at work last weekend. A tired-looking mother was dragging her little girl across the mall. The little girl was gnawing on her mother's hand, silently and relentlessly. That kid rocks.

Yesterday Frank was my supervisor, which meant I was exempt from any sort of work. I also learned a new slang term for, um, that time of the month. Males, bear with me for a second.

The girl looking after the washrooms yesterday complained that the waste recepticles for such unpleasantries were all full and very heavy. Thankfully, we don't touch them. A company is contracted to take them away (whenever I think about how bad my job is, I think about those recepticles and get lost in long, long thoughts). So at the end of the day, Frank wrote, "THE TAMPON BOXES ARE FULL" on the manager's "To Do" board.

Then he said, "No, I can't use that word." So he erased "TAMPON" and replaced it with "DRACULA TEABAG"

I was gone for ten minutes, gasping for air with the laughter that was in it. Dracula Teabag. That's horrible. That's sick. That's wrong. That's brilliant.

"This guy says something's wrong with his car."

"What is it?"

"Flying gremlin."

"...Flying gremlin?"

Oh great, Mexico lost the World Cup. Another one of my supervisors is one of those rabid "MEXICO RULES THE WORLD" types. They lost to the USA, no less. I quote my supervisor's last words:

"Mexico vs. USA?! Ha ha! Piece of Cake!"

I was sort of hoping for Ireland to win, but I may as well hope for the moon.