(7:31:12 PM) Kelley Sosebee: your friends would list boys, and jobs, and salaries, and other random life-related things. Then you draw a swirl, count the loops, and then you count through the lists crossing out that number as you go. So, whatever you have left is who you are going to marry, what kind of house you’ll have, and job, etc
(7:31:47 PM) Graeme Hefner: huh
(7:31:57 PM) Graeme Hefner: I never experienced such a thing
(7:36:02 PM) Kelley Sosebee: i think it was more of a girl thing to do
(7:36:57 PM) Graeme Hefner: Sure, but this must have never fallen into the hands of the boys, like the fortune tellers inevitably did :D
(7:37:51 PM) Kelley Sosebee: the little folded paper things?
(7:37:56 PM) Graeme Hefner: Oh yeah
(7:37:59 PM) Graeme Hefner: Those were great prizes
(7:38:03 PM) Kelley Sosebee: i can’t remember how to make them :(
(7:39:04 PM) Graeme Hefner: Surely there must be guides on the internet now.
(7:39:14 PM) Graeme Hefner: Which actually reduces some of their mystique, come to think of it.
(7:39:29 PM) Graeme Hefner: There was always that one girl that knew how to make them but wouldn’t tell the others. It was her secret. Her power.
(7:39:49 PM) Kelley Sosebee: hah! Everyone knew how to make them when i was in school
(7:40:12 PM) Graeme Hefner: It eventually gets that way
(7:40:29 PM) Graeme Hefner: Everyone could make them by 5th grade or so, even the alternative chicks.
(7:40:38 PM) Graeme Hefner: but in first grade? Only Julie Sexton and about four others could do it.
(7:41:29 PM) Kelley Sosebee: oooh, so everyone wanted to be her friend. Let’s go hang out with the girl who can make the folded paper things
(7:41:44 PM) Graeme Hefner: Yep
(7:42:03 PM) Graeme Hefner: The guy equivalent was the one kid who could make the badass delta-wing paper airplanes
(7:42:08 PM) Graeme Hefner: Now there’s the internet for that
(7:42:46 PM) Kelley Sosebee: yeah, my paper airplanes always sucked
(7:42:53 PM) Graeme Hefner: Mine to
(7:42:55 PM) Graeme Hefner: To this very day
(7:43:00 PM) Graeme Hefner: My only secret was putting a paperclip on the inside
(2:35:25 PM) Graeme Hefner: Who is Erin Andrews?
(2:35:56 PM) Billy Todd: wow I hate you so much
(2:36:26 PM) Billy Todd: You know about Sam Raimi’s station wagon but not Erin Andrews?
(2:36:32 PM) Graeme Hefner: I see. ESPN. The only thing I ever watch on ESPN is MMA Live.
(2:36:44 PM) Graeme Hefner: And that’s only ESPN online.
(2:36:59 PM) Graeme Hefner: Her existence is not even vaguely relevant to my interests in my life, which don’t include things that are boring.
(2:37:30 PM) Billy Todd: . . .
(2:37:32 PM) Billy Todd: Erin
(2:37:34 PM) Billy Todd: Andrews
(2:38:00 PM) Billy Todd: A GIS should make plain why this is epochal news
(2:38:34 PM) Graeme Hefner: She’s not bad looking, I just fail to understand why I was expected to know who she was ;)
(2:38:46 PM) Billy Todd: I dont watch ESPN either
(2:39:32 PM) Graeme Hefner: Then how did you know who she was?
(2:42:33 PM) Billy Todd: I am aware of many high-profile smoking hot females
(2:42:40 PM) Billy Todd: who’s primary product I do not consume
(2:42:54 PM) Billy Todd: example: musicians
(2:43:03 PM) Graeme Hefner: She’s not hot enough for me to know of her just because she’s hot.
(2:43:07 PM) Graeme Hefner: Like, say, this broad: Alizée
(2:43:10 PM) Billy Todd: That
(2:43:13 PM) Billy Todd: is why you fail
(2:43:20 PM) Billy Todd: EA is hotter than Alizee
(2:43:28 PM) Billy Todd: Alizee smokes
(2:43:41 PM) Billy Todd: I know she smokes because she is French
(2:43:41 PM) Graeme Hefner: Yeah probably, but she never got mentioned to me just for being attractive until this conversation
(2:43:57 PM) Graeme Hefner: Yeah, Alizee and I can never have a relationship because of that.
(2:44:05 PM) Graeme Hefner: Neither of them are my type.
(2:44:07 PM) Graeme Hefner: Not cute enough.
(2:44:22 PM) Billy Todd: sharp knees and all that
(2:44:27 PM) Graeme Hefner: No, you misunderstand.
(2:44:37 PM) Graeme Hefner: Cute is not meant to be synonymous with attractive there.
(2:44:47 PM) Billy Todd: no I know what you mean
(2:45:08 PM) Billy Todd: You are a Zooey Deschanel man
(2:45:42 PM) Graeme Hefner: Yeah.
(2:45:50 PM) Graeme Hefner: I’m “waiting for Evanna Lynch to be 18″ style ;)
(2:46:07 PM) Billy Todd: hah
(2:46:16 PM) Graeme Hefner: Because it’s a paedophilic to even admit that people under 18 are attractive. It’d be wrong.
(2:46:23 PM) Billy Todd: your time is coming
(2:46:26 PM) Billy Todd: in about 3 weeks
(2:46:35 PM) Graeme Hefner: I’d give up Emma Watson for that one, maybe.
(2:46:42 PM) Billy Todd: whatever
(2:46:44 PM) Graeme Hefner: Only problem is she’s Welsh.
(2:46:52 PM) Billy Todd: Lynch is legal in Georgia
(2:47:02 PM) Graeme Hefner: Good enough for me.
(2:47:04 PM) Graeme Hefner: Still Welsh though.
(2:47:13 PM) Billy Todd: you can have sex with her, you just can take pictures of her naked
Dusted off Picasso for this one.
As I’ve chronicled before, when I was younger I used songs and song lyrics as a sort of short hand for conveying emotion.
This is not because I don’t know how to write these things out myself. Rather, it’s because I have a tendency to be far, far too honest when I do. Sometimes when I’m still in the heat of the moment. Right now I’m rather angry, for instance.
Should I be? I don’t even know if I should be, honestly. That lack of confidence is why I won’t write about it. Instead, I’ll traipse back a decade and give you this.
All I do
I can still feel you
Hear your call
Underneath it all
Kill my brain
Yet you still remain
Crucified
After all I’ve died
After all I’ve tried
You are still inside
If you couldn’t figure it out by now, The Fragile is by far my favorite NIN album. I wonder…why…
“I wanted this album to sound like there was something inherently flawed in the situation, like someone struggling to put the pieces together. Downward Spiral was about peeling off layers and arriving at a naked, ugly end. This album starts at the end, then attempts to create order from chaos, but never reaches the goal. It’s probably a bleaker album because it arrives back where it starts—[with] the same emotion.”
One thing I forgot to mention yesterday during all of the UFCness is that I won the local Magic 2010 Prerelease, restoring at least a modicum of confidence to my Magic playing ways. I’ll be writing a feature about that soon. I also have another feature already ready, one that’s epic and that Kenny and I came up with last Friday (the 3rd) at Six Flags, but I’m holding on to that one to polish it a bit.
Now then, on to the destruction of a twit!
Do you think Bisping regrets calling Hendo old and slow?
And he wins it with one of the best KOs I’ve ever seen. Bisping was out with punch one, and Hendo leapt into the air and landed with all of his weight on his fist, on Bisping’s face.
In other news, GSP proved again that he’s nigh unbeatable, and Mark Frickin Coleman won a fight.
I’ve said it before, but Hendo has the best staredowns in the business. Everyone else tries to be as badass as possible. Hendo already knows he’s a badass, and isn’t afraid of shit, so he just laughs, smiles, and jokes the whole time. I’m pretty sure Bisping will need surgery to remove his foot from his mouth after this fight.
I spend my days in a weird sort of apathetic, mute rage. I’m intensely unhappy with some minor parts of my life that have reached the point that they annoy me greatly. On the other hand, it’s broke on through to the other side to where I have no desire to deal with them at all, because what’s the point really?
So there you go. Apathetic rage. I’d punch a hole in the wall if I could be bothered to do so. That sort of thing.
Gibibutt is now a part of the Buttric System.
Other members of the Buttric System include:
Crapload
Buttload
Buttload (Whole)
Asston (Imperial)
Asston (Metric)
Assload
One gibibutt is equivalent to about 1000000000 metric buttloads, or about 866733404 whole buttloads.
As Kirsty, Travis and I were parking at Costco after going to lunch today, a rather evil woman in an old white Celica cut us off and stole our parking spot right in front of us.
So, as we walked in, I split off from the group and placed an empty water bottle on the hood of her car.
Then, as we walked out, I placed an empty Costco-sized box of laundry detergent on the hood of her car.
Do you think she noticed?
