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napoleonherselfToday has been... a rather strange day.
Slept like crap last night, had to get up early this morning, was still disoriented from creepy dreamage and stuff. Off to work, got to work, worked. Work was fairly normal. I heckled Steve and Chris-sub-work constantly, as per usual, and while we have a new guy (his name is Turok, apparently), that wasn't really STRANGE per se. Of course, despite Don's Friday assurance of "Monday for sure," he was out sick today, and so I still haven't gotten my review. I did get my paycheck for December; it's a good ten bucks more than I thought it would be. Yay! I am rich.
The strangeness started in earnest when I went to catch the bus. First, the actual MANAGING TO CATCH bus. Recap again. Three times in a row I tried to catch the 2:23; three times in a row that bus never came and I had to catch the one after it. So on Friday I tried to catch the 2:03. It never came. I had to catch the 2:23. So today I tried to catch the 1:38.
Guess what. It never came. I had to catch the 2:03.
Am I paranoid? It seems VERY unusual that, FIVE TIMES IN A ROW, the bus that doesn't come is the one I want. Each bus comes almost perfectly on schedule every time, as long as it is NOT the one I'm trying to catch. Or is it me?
Then, the bus was... musical. No, really. Every time we accelerated or decelerated, this low, nigh-elfin musical humming could be heard from somewhere in back. It was quite tuneful and, dare I say it, mysterious. I have no idea what the hell it was.
Due to GETTING STOOD UP BY GODDAMN 57 YET AGAIN, I managed to get to the maul just in time to hop connection to the 29. And I connected, and got on bus, and all was normal till after I'd gotten off at the corner and crossed the street and gotten outside of Rancho Brea. There, on the ground, I found... a Yu-Gi-Oh card. I've been meaning to find someplace around here that sells them for WEEKS, and I just happen to find one on the ground. It's all shredded, and thus useless, but it amused me too much to pass up, so I pocketed it.
THEN I got home, grabbed the mail to see if my copy of Shonen Jump had arrived YET, and found that it had not. All that came today was something for mom and the TV Guide. What's on the cover of the TV Guide? Why, Yu-Gi-Oh. What could I read if I had my Shonen Jump? Why, an installation of Yu-Gi-Oh. What sort of card did I find right outside the trailer park? Yeah. WACKY, no?
I know there were other strange things that happened today, but I do not remember them. Thus you must be happy with this. Ha. HA, I say. Yes.
I have been informed that I have not pimped these out enough yet. Ergo, a link. Look, they are Snail Dust stickers. They are full of... snails. And stickiness.
Speaking of which, really should get on today's comic.
Slept like crap last night, had to get up early this morning, was still disoriented from creepy dreamage and stuff. Off to work, got to work, worked. Work was fairly normal. I heckled Steve and Chris-sub-work constantly, as per usual, and while we have a new guy (his name is Turok, apparently), that wasn't really STRANGE per se. Of course, despite Don's Friday assurance of "Monday for sure," he was out sick today, and so I still haven't gotten my review. I did get my paycheck for December; it's a good ten bucks more than I thought it would be. Yay! I am rich.
The strangeness started in earnest when I went to catch the bus. First, the actual MANAGING TO CATCH bus. Recap again. Three times in a row I tried to catch the 2:23; three times in a row that bus never came and I had to catch the one after it. So on Friday I tried to catch the 2:03. It never came. I had to catch the 2:23. So today I tried to catch the 1:38.
Guess what. It never came. I had to catch the 2:03.
Am I paranoid? It seems VERY unusual that, FIVE TIMES IN A ROW, the bus that doesn't come is the one I want. Each bus comes almost perfectly on schedule every time, as long as it is NOT the one I'm trying to catch. Or is it me?
Then, the bus was... musical. No, really. Every time we accelerated or decelerated, this low, nigh-elfin musical humming could be heard from somewhere in back. It was quite tuneful and, dare I say it, mysterious. I have no idea what the hell it was.
Due to GETTING STOOD UP BY GODDAMN 57 YET AGAIN, I managed to get to the maul just in time to hop connection to the 29. And I connected, and got on bus, and all was normal till after I'd gotten off at the corner and crossed the street and gotten outside of Rancho Brea. There, on the ground, I found... a Yu-Gi-Oh card. I've been meaning to find someplace around here that sells them for WEEKS, and I just happen to find one on the ground. It's all shredded, and thus useless, but it amused me too much to pass up, so I pocketed it.
THEN I got home, grabbed the mail to see if my copy of Shonen Jump had arrived YET, and found that it had not. All that came today was something for mom and the TV Guide. What's on the cover of the TV Guide? Why, Yu-Gi-Oh. What could I read if I had my Shonen Jump? Why, an installation of Yu-Gi-Oh. What sort of card did I find right outside the trailer park? Yeah. WACKY, no?
I know there were other strange things that happened today, but I do not remember them. Thus you must be happy with this. Ha. HA, I say. Yes.
I have been informed that I have not pimped these out enough yet. Ergo, a link. Look, they are Snail Dust stickers. They are full of... snails. And stickiness.
Speaking of which, really should get on today's comic.
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Damn it, you people, buy this thing or I will personally come to your house and EAT YOUR TOES. You know I will.
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Date: 2003-01-27 03:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-27 10:57 pm (UTC)I'll be waiting.
Plus, I already have 10, so lay off, would ya?
Anonymous 42 - I mean, er, new name pending
Date: 2003-01-28 10:33 am (UTC)