The Isolated Blurt Thread: I Learned The Truth at XVII

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"Do some research" seems to mean, "I googled something and you are wrong!"

I am in my pajamas. I am web-surfing; I am not engaging in "research."
 
"Do some research" seems to mean, "I googled something and you are wrong!"

I am in my pajamas. I am web-surfing; I am not engaging in "research."

We walk the corridors, searching the shelves and rearranging them, looking for lines of meaning amid leagues of cacophony and incoherence, reading the history of the past and our future, collecting our thoughts and collecting the thoughts of others, and every so often glimpsing mirrors, in which we may recognize creatures of the information

The Library of Babel, Jorge Luis Borges.
 
Ok..I have to concede your point.

I Googled <"The Library of Babel" is wrong> and got only 48,000 returns which seems a low number, so you must be right.

I double blind test every post I make. It's the only way to be sure.
 
Moving the plus side :)
I might lose the primary allergen and get better.
I won't expect to hear his voice every time I take a shower because most places have showers with water pressure so you can't have conversations while in them.
Won't have to unfreeze frozen pipes.
Floors might be level.
Less constant dust, most places clean their duct work.
Kitchen might not be a tundra in winter.
No leaks, no books destroyed.
Not getting locked in or out by the front door.
Not having to worry about the house.
No dropped ceiling and florescent ceiling lights in my bedroom.
Being able to leave the windows partially open at night securely.

Sounds like a pain in the ass place to live. Hope you find something you like that is all plus side.
 
100.

I have asked out 100 girls since last summer.

Most of them last fall, only 9 since new years.

They always said, if you ask out 100 girls, at least 1 would say yes.

My score?


Big fat 0.
 
If I end up getting no sleep, doing 4 loads of laundry, picking up moving truck, and loading everything into the truck by myself today is going to be a fucking bummer.
 


Here's the weather forecast for the next five days:


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http://forecast.weather.gov/images/wtf/medium/nshra70.pnghttp://forecast.weather.gov/images/wtf/medium/nshra80.pnghttp://forecast.weather.gov/images/wtf/medium/tsra40.pnghttp://forecast.weather.gov/images/wtf/medium/tsra50.pnghttp://forecast.weather.gov/images/wtf/medium/tsra60.png





What it actually translates to is that NOAA hasn't got the foggiest idea in hell what it's going to do.

It actually means that it's very likely to be sunny or partly cloudy most of the day but it's entirely possible that, at some point during the day, there might be a thunderstorm.

In the summer, the weather is so localized that, in the late afternoon, there's always some possibility of rain.

The NOAA weather forecast is all but useless.

Want to go sailing? Want to go for a hike? Want to go for a bicycle ride? Want to play golf?

You might as well flip a coin.



 
Read some old threads this morning (fun and enlightening, btw). It's interesting to
compare current conversations and interactions with old drama. Life clearly goes on and all that Jazz.
 
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My eyeballs hurt and I was throwing up in the shower this morning.

Why? How freaking annoying.
 
I wonder if I need to back off on wheat products...

Would that include booze?
 
10.55 PM. I was going to go to bed at 9.30, but the game was on tonight and...well, I decided to watch match 2 of State of Origin first. Go the blues!

I know.

Ok. Bed.
 


I was taught and raised to believe that committees are the dumbest life form in the universe. Nothing I have experienced or witnessed has ever caused me to doubt that belief.


"A camel is a horse designed by a committee."

"A committee is a life form with six or more legs and no brains."

"A committee is a bunch of people sharing a brain."


Naturally, in true Kafkaesque fashion, there sits the world— governed by committees.





 
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