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Warning: Stupidity ahead.
Jul. 23rd, 2005 07:10 pmG-d what a day. What a long anoying day. It started out all right. Read an intersting message on my dad's non-dariy creamer. It was a warning actually. Caution: like many powdered products, this product should not be stored or used near an open flame or high heat source. What I want to know is, what exactly is the non dairy creamer going to do? Explode? Melt? Turn into a Nuclear waste monster? Reminds me of a Pinky and The Brain episode. Brain decided that the best way to get revenue is to get a job and then sue for workers comp. He decides to stage an accident that would turn him into a mouse using a microwave and Non-Dairy creamer. Because, as he said, no one really knows how either of them work.
So they get to trial and it's the whole OJ Simpson trail folk. And Brain says that the accident involved a Microwave, he didn't know how they worked. And then the prosecutiing lawyer says but we do know how they work, and he explains it all. Brain goes, yes, but the accident also included non-dairy creamer! And the guy is stumped. Heh. I liked that episode. They go on to prove that he's a man because he's to smart to be a mouse.
Later on I went to go see Fantastic Four. It was pretty good. I was entertained, which I think is the thing that matters. My brother had the car, so we had to wait for him to pick us up. While we were doin so we wandered over to the theatre across the street. It had a smoking warning. Apparently one of the acts in the current play required people to smoke ciggarettes and so they had to put up a warning, "smoking has been shown to cause serious health problems, blah ,blah blah". And I'm thinking, why in the world do they need to even light up the cigarrettes. How exactly is that going to add to the play in anyway? I mean really. The can use the cigarettes but there's not reason for them to actually light them. That's just stupid. We all know what cigartette smoke smells like, we don't really want to risk getting cancer just to go to some stupid play, do we?
Eventually I get home. And what do my eyes discover?
Ants.
All over the place. All over my room. All over the brand new bag of kitty food I had just bought. So I get to spend the next two hours cleaning up ants and buying new food and getting a container that'll keep the ants out. In my nice, hot sweltery bedroom.
I'm sitting outside right now. The air has cooled off. It feels good. There's a nice breeze going. Chaucer's staring at me in the grass. I have the occasional dead ant on me. There are ants all over my copy of the Goblet of Fire. And I'm just tired.
So they get to trial and it's the whole OJ Simpson trail folk. And Brain says that the accident involved a Microwave, he didn't know how they worked. And then the prosecutiing lawyer says but we do know how they work, and he explains it all. Brain goes, yes, but the accident also included non-dairy creamer! And the guy is stumped. Heh. I liked that episode. They go on to prove that he's a man because he's to smart to be a mouse.
Later on I went to go see Fantastic Four. It was pretty good. I was entertained, which I think is the thing that matters. My brother had the car, so we had to wait for him to pick us up. While we were doin so we wandered over to the theatre across the street. It had a smoking warning. Apparently one of the acts in the current play required people to smoke ciggarettes and so they had to put up a warning, "smoking has been shown to cause serious health problems, blah ,blah blah". And I'm thinking, why in the world do they need to even light up the cigarrettes. How exactly is that going to add to the play in anyway? I mean really. The can use the cigarettes but there's not reason for them to actually light them. That's just stupid. We all know what cigartette smoke smells like, we don't really want to risk getting cancer just to go to some stupid play, do we?
Eventually I get home. And what do my eyes discover?
Ants.
All over the place. All over my room. All over the brand new bag of kitty food I had just bought. So I get to spend the next two hours cleaning up ants and buying new food and getting a container that'll keep the ants out. In my nice, hot sweltery bedroom.
I'm sitting outside right now. The air has cooled off. It feels good. There's a nice breeze going. Chaucer's staring at me in the grass. I have the occasional dead ant on me. There are ants all over my copy of the Goblet of Fire. And I'm just tired.
