random thoughts
 

#1: in the shower this morning, thought of the phrase "blimey aggregator" ... wtf is that?

#2: sent an outlook meeting invitation, location "your office" and received the accept, location "your office"

I wanted to reply back "YOUR office!"

i woke up with the tune 'Let's get physical' by Olivia Newton John in my head....but the lyrics were: "let's get busily, busily"

top that shit

Pant moustache.

I had the word "Husqvarna" stuck in my head for like a month.

I've had Sacre Coeur stuck in my head for a week.

I could go home to my love
And live the life I’ve always wanted
Or I could go on running off
Into the night, lonely and haunted
And the strange thing is
I don’t know which I prefer
As I sit here and watch the sun set on Sacre Coeur

I've been wondering if my basement is wide enough to accommodate a small softair pellet gun target setup.

Where do cats go on vacation?

plinth

Did I leave the iron on?

Can I lock all my vendors in a room and leave them till they beat each other to a pulp?

Seems like this day longer than every other.

Absinthe.

... makes the heart grow fonder.

I wonder why gmail thinks colonoscopy is spelled wrong and offers cloudscape and kaleidoscope as corrections.

Would it help if I slid a soldering iron into my aching sinus?

Only if you actually create a hole large enough for them to drain properly or for you to be able to thread a catheter into the hole and flush them with saline. It might hurt just a little until you cauterize the blood vessels and nerves encountered by the hot pointy end.

Don't forget to inject ice water.

I like that you've refined my technique rather than poo pooing the scheme. 3/8" tubing suffice?;)

Griff, I swear when I read those in order I thought you were talking about jamming a soldering iron up your anus. and then merc elaborated... and then read your last post and I thought you were punning about poo poo... i just couldn't believe what I was reading.

Why do I get the feeling those thoughts aren't exactly "random"?

In order to be legally allowed to claim it is a Random Thoughts thread only 28% of thoughts need to be random. The other 72% can be derivative.

He used to be funny now he sounds full of cynisim and sarcasm. I don't know if my perception just skewed or if it's true. Maybe he was always like this.

Is he drunk?

She is a drunk.

Do I have a popcorn ceiling? No that's not popcorn. Popcorn is so yesterday.

Flint, or Griff?

random thoughts are of no import

but neither ....IF you must know


do you have a popcorn ceiling HLJ?

No, but I'm considering installing one in the movie room.

won't that make it hard for watching movies ? I don't think people will be able to reach it with their tounges.

maybe you should make like popcorn mobiles for people to snack on instead


ok I'm done. I'm just getting silly now

The popcorn ceiling would work if the popped corns were on a time-release ssytem that occasionally dropped one down to you....say at a rate of one every 30 seconds....or maybe one a minute?

Why are there no pens in this house?
(okay, there are)
And why can't I find them?
(Diz had hidden them, but he's not a criminal mastermind)
How do I leave a note for HM with no damned pens?!

sheesh

If the grass is greener, which side am I on?

Now you're talking:) I like the way you think!
:corn:

There always seems to be more to do than there is time to do it.

but the good news is you can save time looking for your lost keys and wallet if you just remember they are always in the last place you look.

Using SteveDallas's Random Thread Picker is like watching reruns of The Cellar.

Tits!

Do they think I am a loser?

Me too, and I was like....kinky bastard

I wish I bought those white go-go boots

I'm glad I didn't now.
Also that I didn't buy a bed last month.

Procrastination is sometimes healthy.

Do you think toilet paper is tested on lab animals?

If it is, I don't think I want that job.

Those 30s and 40s actresses were so glamorous. I miss watching those old movies.

I wonder why they are just saying they figured out what causes the aurora borealis. I thought they already KNEW.

I just noticed that my new trial bath gel reads:

Shower Gel
Gel de Douche

Well some French to read occasionally is nicer than the always infernal Spanish.

oops. That sounds prejudice.
(randome thought)

I want to bite Pilau's nose. He is of the opinion that this would be a bad thing. I am of the opinion that his nose is made of ham...





[eta] as an aside, I quite often joke with Pilau that I'm going to bite his nose off. I make chomping noises with my mouth and then plant a kiss on the end of his nose. He tries to guard his nose with his paws. It's quite funny, but I suppose you'd have to be there. As soon as he thinks he's got me beat and his nose is fully protected, he goes on the attack and tries to quickly lick my face before I can kiss him on the nose.

I have way too much time on my hands.

Yes but it is clearly written both...adding to the confusion.:p

And Pilau? I am so jealous right now. sigh. I need to go get a dog. A little sweetheart of my own...Trying to live through dana's Pilau experience vicariously from this far away, is for the birds.

Dogs are like kids. Go and visit your friend's/relative's kids/dogs.

Yeah. Bet you any money, Cic you're less jealous of the smell of dog-sick currently emanating from somewhere in my living room. I've cleaned up .....I've disinfected, I've scrubbed and I've 'Shake-n-Vac'ed. I can still smell Pilau sick.

I rest my case.

Boss-lady is bringing her daughter into work tomorrow.
I'm looking forward to it (I do like kids) especially as she loves pets.

I'm going to shanghai her into holding Diz while I clip his claws. He's not nasty in the slightest - he just wriggles too much for it to be a one person job.

BTW she's 13, not 6 or something equally inappropriate!

wainscoting

fattens the thingee specifically

also an excellent remedy for Brazil Jaw

I are readers

Ο φίλος σας είναι ομοφυλόφιλος και επιθυμεί να με κτυπήσει με το πορτοφόλι τσεκιών του.
Αντίο τώρα!

:)

Oh yeah? Same to you, bucko!

random thought:

Somedays I think I've wandered into a really bad version of A Clockwork Orange, such is the love of violence I see. :(

random thought:

Um, ewwww?

Doesn't anyone take any fucking personal responsibility for their own shit? Yeah, I've had money problems but I never blamed anyone but myself...everyone wants everything handled for them, handed to them, watched for them, done for them. Good luck in the real fucking world, folks.

I know, I had the same thought. Take care of that, will you Shawnee. :p

People don't need to take responsibility, because when they get a full time job, someone else will always pick up after them. Even though it's not in their job description. Even though they do have a full time job and still would have even if they weren't babysitting other members of staff.

Take artists for example. They live pretty bohemian lives. In fact, they don't need to keep an eye on whether the toilet roll in the individual cubicle they are in is running low. Because after all, it won't be them who sits down for a wee, only to find there's only one roll in there and it has approx two squares on it. Less talented individuals tend to replace rolls (from the cupboard BY THE SINK) if the roll is close to running out.

Same as putting milk back in the fridge. Artists can do a tea/ coffee run and bring milk out into the workshop with them (too taxing to ask how people take it I guess). Then, and this is the funny part, they don't need to take it back to the kitchen. Sometimes, boring squares who aren't creative will find it at the end of the hot, humid day. 2/3 of a pint of milk all warm and stinky!

Meh.

I'm not being grumpy today, please remind me!

I know, my grumpo-meter is through the roof. It's the result of 2 months straight of whiners, criers, liars (some so unabashedly I would almost applaud their nerve if I didn't find the whole thing so disgusting), tired of babysitting, as you say SG, and tired of holding hands and doing backflips and kissing ass and smiling when being lied to straight to my face like I'm a complete moron and jumping through hoops for people who waited 4 months to respond to a request and then call yelling that "YOU PEOPLE" are ruining his/her life. Oh, and doing the job of at least two people.

I need a change...where's that mid-life crisis thread? I'm at the apex of my MLC I guess.

I have a new theory:

Given enough time, every thread will evolve into the "What's upsetting you today?" thread.