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dolariHey, Alison! Who cares about water filled bras...I want one of these:
Presented at a fashion show yesterday, the "Armageddon Bra" includes a sensor on the shoulder strap, and a control box to warn of objects falling from the skies. Ideally it should be worn without outer garments to work efficiently.
Triumph says that it hopes to utilize the technology in a new generation of bras designed for a world where catastrophes can strike at any moment.
I never really thought about this...but guys miss out on a whole industry by not having breasts, don't they? :)
That asteroid WILL hit me on the head, I swear it. And I wanna be wearing one of those when it happens.
As y'all read earlier, the day smacked me three ways to Sunday out of sleep. Something happened while I was asleep, and I think a big storm rolled through while I was out and knocked down a tree next door. So, the city takes their woodchipper, pulls it up right next to my window proceeds to start mulching. Ever hear a wood chipper chipping wood? It's the same sound a brand new pickup makes when you crash it into a reinforced concrete barrier at thirty miles an hour. Ask me about that story one day. I wake up to this cacophony with kung-fu heart adrenaline pumping action. I look outside, and I see this massive...thing, but in my grogginess, I don't put two and two together...so I lie down in bed, and try to get back to sleep. ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH::
My heart is still going, so I quickly grab some jeans, a T-shirt, and brush my hair back. And I see these people throwing wood chunks into this thing. I half consider throwing the hapless worker in there... Before I can take action, I hear the engine go off. I didn't hear it come back on. Meh.
Mind you, I managed to finally get some semblance of sleep by watching TV from about 1:30 to 4:30 PM, which made for a much more agreeable Jenn.
Answered my EMails...turns out a friend I haven't seen in Ten Years was not only in town, but WORKED at Dell while I was there. That's ROCKED. Hopefully I'll be able to get things going so we can meet briefly before I leave. I'll prolly move Saturday...that's when most of the big stuff will go. At least in San Antonio, I'll be closer to Steph and some other friends. And, for all intents and purposes, it's my hometown. If it only had the jobs I was looking for, I'd stick around.
I made some burgers with the ground meat I had in the fridge. That fridge is getting very very lean now, but I made three patties out of the whole thing. One for lunch, one for dinner, and one for lunch Monday. Problem was, I was out of bread. And Mom has completely taken control of my pickup never to be seen again. So guess what? Out came the old bike.
For those who don't know, I used to be quite the bicyclist. My only claim to fame was biking Fredericksburg to San Antonio (70 miles) in seven hours. Sure, I'm not FAST, but I did it. Two miles from my house, the axle broke, but it was fun while it lasted! Another ride was 40 miles in about 5 hours, through some of the prettiest country side. My grandmother got an unexpected visitor that day! I used to bike all over San Antonio, and got out of practice when I moved to Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania has MOUNTAINS. Big mountains with steep grades and cliff side drives and scariness all around. And it's COLD! I really lost my will to bike in that state.
Sos I pull out the bike, make sure the air in the tires are full and go out and hit the pavement. I got there no problem! It was just a short 1/2 mile bike. Grabbed a loaf of bread, some Doritos and I GOT THAT CHOCOLATE BAR. Sure, it was no Toblerone, but there are simply some things that must be cured by any chocolaty means. There are good chocolates, and there are junk chocolates. But boil it down, it's all chocolate. And chocolate is most tasty.
After smiling at the counter person for giving me a cute compliment, I got on the bike and headed home. I wondered to myself why I don't do this more often, and I made a resolution to do more biking. I'm still off my heart medications (lack of money, not lack of caring) and my heart isn't racing or anything.
I get home, get off the bike, go up the stairs and reach for the keys...and then my whole world turns sideways for a second. I shake it off, get inside, and lie down. It took me about ten minutes to recover. Just lied there breathing real hard. I used to go 40 miles on a lark, now a one mile round trip floors me...I really need to get back into shape.
I make my burger, have some Doritos, and completely RELISH a Snickers Crunch Bar. Junk Chocolate can still cure what ails ya.
Something weird is going on in my apartment. For a while now, I've been smelling cigarette smoke in the apartment. I've never smoked in my life, and neither did Deener. But there is a definitely smell of cigarette smoke coming from the kitchen somewhere. That and the aroma of chocolate. I may be an addict, but I don't hallucinate chocolate. It's kinda freaking me out.
I had a nice (but quick) talk with Vaysha. She is a most cool person, very fun to talk to. As is Punkcub.
My usual rule is if you add me, I'll add you or if I like your journal, I'll add you first. And it's kinda neat to see how things branch out. I'm not someone who adds people willy nilly, though, but I have noticed a trend in my friends list: Goths 'n' Bears. :) I'm not a bear type person. Honestly. One of the first people I added was an old friend Aadroma, who is the bear lover...the list just kinda branched out that way. The other side of the coin is Alison, whom I've known for forever and a day, and branched out in that direction. I'm not Gothic either.
You know who I am?
I'm Screech from Saved By The Bell. The popular geek with the quirky brain who seems to be tolerated by everyone, and shunned by few. I like that...makes for a well rounded experience.
I talked with Steph too, who is very happy to have me back home, but is very sick. I hope she gets better. She said she got me something for Christmas, and her MOM, too. Her MOM. Who didn't like me for so long. Her MOM. Wow. The world changes.
The rest of the evening was taken up mostly by time wasting (Capcom vs SNK 2 is a great antidote to "I don't wanna do anymore packing") and packing.
Whatever happened to the Saturday Night Live episodes with Dennie Dillon and Gilbert Goddfrey. I remember they were horrendous...but I wanna see them again. Something about watching Charlene Tilton flirt with Charlie Rocket and that weird set they had in those middle years. For that matter, whatever happened to Terry Sweeny? I liked him a lot....
However, I'm rambling...and I need to go to bed. G'night everyone....
[Yes, I'm in a good mood, why do ask?]
Presented at a fashion show yesterday, the "Armageddon Bra" includes a sensor on the shoulder strap, and a control box to warn of objects falling from the skies. Ideally it should be worn without outer garments to work efficiently.
Triumph says that it hopes to utilize the technology in a new generation of bras designed for a world where catastrophes can strike at any moment.
I never really thought about this...but guys miss out on a whole industry by not having breasts, don't they? :)
That asteroid WILL hit me on the head, I swear it. And I wanna be wearing one of those when it happens.
As y'all read earlier, the day smacked me three ways to Sunday out of sleep. Something happened while I was asleep, and I think a big storm rolled through while I was out and knocked down a tree next door. So, the city takes their woodchipper, pulls it up right next to my window proceeds to start mulching. Ever hear a wood chipper chipping wood? It's the same sound a brand new pickup makes when you crash it into a reinforced concrete barrier at thirty miles an hour. Ask me about that story one day. I wake up to this cacophony with kung-fu heart adrenaline pumping action. I look outside, and I see this massive...thing, but in my grogginess, I don't put two and two together...so I lie down in bed, and try to get back to sleep. ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH:: ::CRUNCH::
My heart is still going, so I quickly grab some jeans, a T-shirt, and brush my hair back. And I see these people throwing wood chunks into this thing. I half consider throwing the hapless worker in there... Before I can take action, I hear the engine go off. I didn't hear it come back on. Meh.
Mind you, I managed to finally get some semblance of sleep by watching TV from about 1:30 to 4:30 PM, which made for a much more agreeable Jenn.
Answered my EMails...turns out a friend I haven't seen in Ten Years was not only in town, but WORKED at Dell while I was there. That's ROCKED. Hopefully I'll be able to get things going so we can meet briefly before I leave. I'll prolly move Saturday...that's when most of the big stuff will go. At least in San Antonio, I'll be closer to Steph and some other friends. And, for all intents and purposes, it's my hometown. If it only had the jobs I was looking for, I'd stick around.
I made some burgers with the ground meat I had in the fridge. That fridge is getting very very lean now, but I made three patties out of the whole thing. One for lunch, one for dinner, and one for lunch Monday. Problem was, I was out of bread. And Mom has completely taken control of my pickup never to be seen again. So guess what? Out came the old bike.
For those who don't know, I used to be quite the bicyclist. My only claim to fame was biking Fredericksburg to San Antonio (70 miles) in seven hours. Sure, I'm not FAST, but I did it. Two miles from my house, the axle broke, but it was fun while it lasted! Another ride was 40 miles in about 5 hours, through some of the prettiest country side. My grandmother got an unexpected visitor that day! I used to bike all over San Antonio, and got out of practice when I moved to Pennsylvania. Pennsylvania has MOUNTAINS. Big mountains with steep grades and cliff side drives and scariness all around. And it's COLD! I really lost my will to bike in that state.
Sos I pull out the bike, make sure the air in the tires are full and go out and hit the pavement. I got there no problem! It was just a short 1/2 mile bike. Grabbed a loaf of bread, some Doritos and I GOT THAT CHOCOLATE BAR. Sure, it was no Toblerone, but there are simply some things that must be cured by any chocolaty means. There are good chocolates, and there are junk chocolates. But boil it down, it's all chocolate. And chocolate is most tasty.
After smiling at the counter person for giving me a cute compliment, I got on the bike and headed home. I wondered to myself why I don't do this more often, and I made a resolution to do more biking. I'm still off my heart medications (lack of money, not lack of caring) and my heart isn't racing or anything.
I get home, get off the bike, go up the stairs and reach for the keys...and then my whole world turns sideways for a second. I shake it off, get inside, and lie down. It took me about ten minutes to recover. Just lied there breathing real hard. I used to go 40 miles on a lark, now a one mile round trip floors me...I really need to get back into shape.
I make my burger, have some Doritos, and completely RELISH a Snickers Crunch Bar. Junk Chocolate can still cure what ails ya.
Something weird is going on in my apartment. For a while now, I've been smelling cigarette smoke in the apartment. I've never smoked in my life, and neither did Deener. But there is a definitely smell of cigarette smoke coming from the kitchen somewhere. That and the aroma of chocolate. I may be an addict, but I don't hallucinate chocolate. It's kinda freaking me out.
I had a nice (but quick) talk with Vaysha. She is a most cool person, very fun to talk to. As is Punkcub.
My usual rule is if you add me, I'll add you or if I like your journal, I'll add you first. And it's kinda neat to see how things branch out. I'm not someone who adds people willy nilly, though, but I have noticed a trend in my friends list: Goths 'n' Bears. :) I'm not a bear type person. Honestly. One of the first people I added was an old friend Aadroma, who is the bear lover...the list just kinda branched out that way. The other side of the coin is Alison, whom I've known for forever and a day, and branched out in that direction. I'm not Gothic either.
You know who I am?
I'm Screech from Saved By The Bell. The popular geek with the quirky brain who seems to be tolerated by everyone, and shunned by few. I like that...makes for a well rounded experience.
I talked with Steph too, who is very happy to have me back home, but is very sick. I hope she gets better. She said she got me something for Christmas, and her MOM, too. Her MOM. Who didn't like me for so long. Her MOM. Wow. The world changes.
The rest of the evening was taken up mostly by time wasting (Capcom vs SNK 2 is a great antidote to "I don't wanna do anymore packing") and packing.
Whatever happened to the Saturday Night Live episodes with Dennie Dillon and Gilbert Goddfrey. I remember they were horrendous...but I wanna see them again. Something about watching Charlene Tilton flirt with Charlie Rocket and that weird set they had in those middle years. For that matter, whatever happened to Terry Sweeny? I liked him a lot....
However, I'm rambling...and I need to go to bed. G'night everyone....
[Yes, I'm in a good mood, why do ask?]
