Scribblings at the bakery...
Mar. 11th, 2005 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariIt's 6:50 in the morning, and I'm sitting here at Quack's bakery having one of their so-so cinnamon rolls and cup up hot chocolate writing this while I wait for the post office to open up in about 55 minutes. There are worse ways to spend sleepy time. One of the main problems I have with the night shift is the fact that when everything is open, you're asleep, resoprting such horrible practices as eating cinnamon rolls in bakeries. It has wireless internet, but I don't have a wireless card to connect with. Ah, well, I'll survive, and Notepad is as good as any LJ client.
Work went pretty smoothly today, mainly due to some errors on the Fed Ex guys parts (it's nice to input 10 items instead of 100), and the reports went pretty quickly, allowing me to spend more time talking with #9. I gotta find some other way to refer to her, cause if I hear another Borg joke, I'm gonna assimilate someone. Although she didn't seem to mind the moniker, so the enxt time we talk, I'm gonna refer to her in the third persona dn call her #9. And play REvolution #9. And watch First Contact.
Anyways, we talked for along time last night. Nothing as deep as Wednesday Night, but not a bad thing. She seemed slighly more peppy than usual, so I'm hoping this bodes well. We even swapped phone numbers, although we both agreed that a call to Canada and vice versa would be harder to manage/afford than maybe a webcam conversation or some such. My God, we're geeks. Anyways, I hope to actually sit and have a real conversation with her soon that isn't done in Trillian, or swapping MP3s. Many thanks to all of you who egged me on, and the others who patted me on the back when I did it.
Hmmm...it's 7:00 and I've already basically done my entire day's rambling.
Huh.
What to do for another 45 minutes....
Hmmm....
I'm also looking at a woodcut portrait of what seems to be Egon Spengler being sucked up into a UFO.
::IDEA!:: I know what'll kill time:
Once upon a time there were four Ghostbusters, Egon, Ray, PEter and that Ernie Hudson character whose name I can never remember. They lived in a firehouse in the enchanted kingdom of The Bronx - a land of Unicorns, pixie faries and unrelenting street crime. And in this firehouse castle the lived in peace and harmony with the Faire Princess Elaine, although I KNOW that's not her name either. She was played by that actress in Designing Women and those Orville Reddenbacher commercials. ANNIE POTTS! That was her name! And her name wasn't Elaine, it was Janine, that's right. The Faire PRincess Janine.
Anyways, they all lived in a firehouse and yadda yadda yadda. One day, a nice day, with the sun shining directly in my eyes like right now, the Faire PRincess Janine was filing her nails and chewing gum in that oh, so feminine way she did whenever she was working, when her telephone rang! "Ring Ring!" it saidly loudly.
"Ghostbusters, we're ready to believe you" she said.
"Ring Ring!" cried the phone.
Elaine...Janine picked up the phone, THEN said "Ghostbusters, we're ready...whadaya want already?"
"Diane! I'm glad I got a hold of you! This is special Agent Dale Cooper here in the Red Lodge, we've got--"
Not wanting to make this story any longer than it needed to be, Janine hung up.
Lo, Sir Egon slid down the firepole, bravely and boldly making his way towards the desk with his PK meter flashing wildly. "These readings are off the scale Janine! Are you sure Slimer left with Peter to go pick up our spumonis?"
"Well, of COURSE he's gone. Those two are joined at the hip, why let me tell you what they did yesterday with my chihuahua and a three meters of pvc tubing! Why those two--"
"Never mind, Janine! I've got a class three specter flying through this place! If he manages to get down in the containment field we're all done for! Remember that one episode where you dreamed you were a Ghostbuster? Go find that costume and meet me down in the Containment Room"
"Should I bring the whip?"
"The cool whip or the leath---STOP JOKING JANINE! THIS IS SERIOUS! We only have 25 more minutes till Jenn needs to get out of here!"
Chapter Two: A Rope of Sand
The containment room lights had already gone red and klaxons were blaring once the two managed to get down there. For the 35th time that day, he had wondered why they put the containment room 23 miles underground without any kind of elevator.
"My God," said Egon, "This is terrible! The 3rd class specter has managed to penetrate the soething or other that keeps the containment thing from blowing up! And the jazz fusion they're playing in this place is driving me insane! IT's like that Torgo Movie in here!"
Janine, still ten miles from the containment center and closing, heard nothing.
Chapter Three: MEanwhile, in the Forest NExt Door
A lone green slimy ghost and a rather tall and handome cel animated man name Peter Venkman (I think) sat at the spumoni cart, awaiting his order of whatever spumoni was, but I think it was ice cream of some sort. Anyways, he stood waiting for his chocolate spumoni (which is delicious if it's ICe cream, but terrible if it's something else, like pasta or beef).
"Hey, what are you waiting on, man? I ordered this spumoni anhour ago, and you're still digging around in that cart!"
Sadly the spumoni man (which I'm sure that's what they're called, you know) lifted up his head and said "Sadly, my friend, I have no spumoni, for...not knowing exactly what it was, I ordered none."
"SO you have a spumoni stand, but no spumoni, because you don't know what it is?" PEter inquired
"It seemed like a good idea at the time! Tell you what, since Jenn needs to leave in 15 minutes, let's wrap this up. I'll give you a consolation prize, on the house!"
The spumoni guy, being a good fellow, dipped into his spumoni cart and pulled out a gigantic UFO that never could have fit into the cart to begin with. "Here, take this UFO and partake of it, for it is the body of my spumoni cart."
The ghost and ghostbuster walked away, sad that they had no spumoni. Slimer was even more distraught: He ahd no lines.
Chapter Four: It's getting to be that time
Once Janine had finally manahged to make it to the bottom, all the lights were back to normal, the klaxons were off, and the world had been saved. "What happened, Egon?"
"Oh, nothing. It just all. I don't know. Stopped. OR something. Scientific. I'm sure."
"Oh, okay! I love you Egon."
"Whatever, Janine."
Suddenly from overhead, a voice boomed down from the stairway above, like the God of HEaven and Earth himself, echoing among the something or others to sound like the trumpet currently playing over the loudspeaker right now. "Hey, Egon! Guewss what I got!"
"We only have five minutes, PEter, what is it!" Of course, Egon had no amplification, so PEter couldn't hear a damned thing.
"Slimer and I got this cool UFO thingy, it's amazing! Watch what I can do!"
And suddenly, a flash of light hit egon, and lifted him into the air, just like that woodcut, with only three minutes to spare.
The End.
And now you know why Jenn does ten drafts of anything she writes.
(my god, I'm tired, look at those typos!)
Work went pretty smoothly today, mainly due to some errors on the Fed Ex guys parts (it's nice to input 10 items instead of 100), and the reports went pretty quickly, allowing me to spend more time talking with #9. I gotta find some other way to refer to her, cause if I hear another Borg joke, I'm gonna assimilate someone. Although she didn't seem to mind the moniker, so the enxt time we talk, I'm gonna refer to her in the third persona dn call her #9. And play REvolution #9. And watch First Contact.
Anyways, we talked for along time last night. Nothing as deep as Wednesday Night, but not a bad thing. She seemed slighly more peppy than usual, so I'm hoping this bodes well. We even swapped phone numbers, although we both agreed that a call to Canada and vice versa would be harder to manage/afford than maybe a webcam conversation or some such. My God, we're geeks. Anyways, I hope to actually sit and have a real conversation with her soon that isn't done in Trillian, or swapping MP3s. Many thanks to all of you who egged me on, and the others who patted me on the back when I did it.
Hmmm...it's 7:00 and I've already basically done my entire day's rambling.
Huh.
What to do for another 45 minutes....
Hmmm....
I'm also looking at a woodcut portrait of what seems to be Egon Spengler being sucked up into a UFO.
::IDEA!:: I know what'll kill time:
Once upon a time there were four Ghostbusters, Egon, Ray, PEter and that Ernie Hudson character whose name I can never remember. They lived in a firehouse in the enchanted kingdom of The Bronx - a land of Unicorns, pixie faries and unrelenting street crime. And in this firehouse castle the lived in peace and harmony with the Faire Princess Elaine, although I KNOW that's not her name either. She was played by that actress in Designing Women and those Orville Reddenbacher commercials. ANNIE POTTS! That was her name! And her name wasn't Elaine, it was Janine, that's right. The Faire PRincess Janine.
Anyways, they all lived in a firehouse and yadda yadda yadda. One day, a nice day, with the sun shining directly in my eyes like right now, the Faire PRincess Janine was filing her nails and chewing gum in that oh, so feminine way she did whenever she was working, when her telephone rang! "Ring Ring!" it saidly loudly.
"Ghostbusters, we're ready to believe you" she said.
"Ring Ring!" cried the phone.
Elaine...Janine picked up the phone, THEN said "Ghostbusters, we're ready...whadaya want already?"
"Diane! I'm glad I got a hold of you! This is special Agent Dale Cooper here in the Red Lodge, we've got--"
Not wanting to make this story any longer than it needed to be, Janine hung up.
Lo, Sir Egon slid down the firepole, bravely and boldly making his way towards the desk with his PK meter flashing wildly. "These readings are off the scale Janine! Are you sure Slimer left with Peter to go pick up our spumonis?"
"Well, of COURSE he's gone. Those two are joined at the hip, why let me tell you what they did yesterday with my chihuahua and a three meters of pvc tubing! Why those two--"
"Never mind, Janine! I've got a class three specter flying through this place! If he manages to get down in the containment field we're all done for! Remember that one episode where you dreamed you were a Ghostbuster? Go find that costume and meet me down in the Containment Room"
"Should I bring the whip?"
"The cool whip or the leath---STOP JOKING JANINE! THIS IS SERIOUS! We only have 25 more minutes till Jenn needs to get out of here!"
Chapter Two: A Rope of Sand
The containment room lights had already gone red and klaxons were blaring once the two managed to get down there. For the 35th time that day, he had wondered why they put the containment room 23 miles underground without any kind of elevator.
"My God," said Egon, "This is terrible! The 3rd class specter has managed to penetrate the soething or other that keeps the containment thing from blowing up! And the jazz fusion they're playing in this place is driving me insane! IT's like that Torgo Movie in here!"
Janine, still ten miles from the containment center and closing, heard nothing.
Chapter Three: MEanwhile, in the Forest NExt Door
A lone green slimy ghost and a rather tall and handome cel animated man name Peter Venkman (I think) sat at the spumoni cart, awaiting his order of whatever spumoni was, but I think it was ice cream of some sort. Anyways, he stood waiting for his chocolate spumoni (which is delicious if it's ICe cream, but terrible if it's something else, like pasta or beef).
"Hey, what are you waiting on, man? I ordered this spumoni anhour ago, and you're still digging around in that cart!"
Sadly the spumoni man (which I'm sure that's what they're called, you know) lifted up his head and said "Sadly, my friend, I have no spumoni, for...not knowing exactly what it was, I ordered none."
"SO you have a spumoni stand, but no spumoni, because you don't know what it is?" PEter inquired
"It seemed like a good idea at the time! Tell you what, since Jenn needs to leave in 15 minutes, let's wrap this up. I'll give you a consolation prize, on the house!"
The spumoni guy, being a good fellow, dipped into his spumoni cart and pulled out a gigantic UFO that never could have fit into the cart to begin with. "Here, take this UFO and partake of it, for it is the body of my spumoni cart."
The ghost and ghostbuster walked away, sad that they had no spumoni. Slimer was even more distraught: He ahd no lines.
Chapter Four: It's getting to be that time
Once Janine had finally manahged to make it to the bottom, all the lights were back to normal, the klaxons were off, and the world had been saved. "What happened, Egon?"
"Oh, nothing. It just all. I don't know. Stopped. OR something. Scientific. I'm sure."
"Oh, okay! I love you Egon."
"Whatever, Janine."
Suddenly from overhead, a voice boomed down from the stairway above, like the God of HEaven and Earth himself, echoing among the something or others to sound like the trumpet currently playing over the loudspeaker right now. "Hey, Egon! Guewss what I got!"
"We only have five minutes, PEter, what is it!" Of course, Egon had no amplification, so PEter couldn't hear a damned thing.
"Slimer and I got this cool UFO thingy, it's amazing! Watch what I can do!"
And suddenly, a flash of light hit egon, and lifted him into the air, just like that woodcut, with only three minutes to spare.
The End.
And now you know why Jenn does ten drafts of anything she writes.
(my god, I'm tired, look at those typos!)
