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Raining gloom and doom

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 02:57:40 GMT

Heyheyhey. I should be cramming for finals, but unfortunately I haven't felt stressed out about them yet. It hasn't kicked in and they're next week. I even signed up to cook for the hall next week, on the night before my last final. I'm not too worried about that one though. Not even relatively. This led to how I volunteered to cook a flying spahgetti monster for hall dinner, and I'm going on the shopping trip for next week's food tomorrow. Additionally, I shall be skipping my random humanities class to do so. Hm. Arrangements must be made for turning in my final paper... And studying should be done. Freedom is so close! "Freedom", that is.

I am who you think I am

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:10:06 GMT

And that makes me sad. Knowledge and acknowledgement make me sad. My bad spelling not too much. That's trivial, like homogenous Ax=B=0 answers where detA=/=0.

As a demotivational poster in the school hallways nicely sums up:

When you earnestly believe you can compensate for a lack of skill by doubling your efforts, there's no end to what you can't do.

This sounds really emo. I'll stop now and hopefully finish my interminable, no-longer physical stack of homework.

Leaves, and the turning over of them

Thu, 10 Sep 2009 23:35:39 GMT

It is declared that from this day on, the person lamenting and pitifully typing away late at night will be done away with and replaced with a cooler person. It is a little too late and quite difficult, but it shall be done. Said cooler person will be very cool in any way possible. The usurpment of the previous person may be said to be objectionable but only trivially. The new person will be a success. QED.

A strange manor of thinking

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 01:21:52 GMT

My town/state isn't exactly well-known for leading the country in anything notable, not even in obesity, which seems to be pretty easy to do nowadays. Of course it probably is a leader in obesity...Not THE leader, but you know what? There's always Mississippi. Around here, we have a saying about anything the state falls short in, like edumacation, health, logic, and other important things: thank God for Mississippi. It's our own little cushion of fail.
Anyway, it's easy to see that my world used to be very, very small and that I'm very, very easily amused. I live in a 116.8 square mile city, so what I'm about to show you is likely to be very unrepresentative of the city as a whole or even in part: a manor!
I haven't ever seen any other parking lot surrounding a building like this before. Yes, I'm about to tour you around a parking lot. But it surrounds a manor, so it's okay.

Well, first off there's this funky rectangular building called Garfield Manor a few blocks from my home that I pass just about whenever I go anywhere. I didn't know that manors still existed since the feudal system is outdated and all, but hey, some people can't get over the past. It looks like private property,

and I somewhat logically assume that people live in it because there's a trashcan overflowing with beer bottles every morning on trash day. The mystery behind the private property must be part of the appeal.
Geeze. That picture took a long time to upload...

Well, anyway, there isn't any farming activity, and the only large parcel of arable land nearby is supplanted by the local middle school's soccer/track fields. I passed the above building twice a day to and from middle school for nearly two years and never figured out exactly what was up with it. Nowadays, I pass it twice a day going to and from work, and actually, I also passed it twice a day the past four years going to and from high school.
It happens to be the only greater-than-one story building in the area. Normal houses here exemplify urban sprawl with one-storiedness. The closest greater-than-one would be the two-story ontological building a few blocks away, or the four story (gasp!) mall a few blocks in the opposite direction.

Knights dueling and/or serfs getting mauled by bulls never shed blood in this area as far as I know, so the "Manor" part of the name probably doesn't mean anything, like the word "fresh" in moldy manager's special fresh-baked bread. Anyway, armed with a cell phone camera, I snooped around a little, still not daring to venture on the manor grounds even after all these years. This would've been a good time to pull a Pandora's box except by walking up to the building, but I guess I wasn't feeling particularly audacious at the time since I had told my mom I was hanging clothes out. Which I was....until I remembered that I needed to collect pictures for a blogging application.

Oh, and there's a drainage ditch. Around here, drainage ditches are unusually important to infrastructure and preventing swampy bodies of water from sitting perpetually and developing into eutrophic mosquito breeding grounds. I'll show you where it flows out later. Privileges like drainage ditches keep people happy in a oh-hey-my-house-isn't-flooded-half-the-year type of way. The bad parts of town don't even have proper drainage. In general however, instead of sidewalks, we have drainage ditches lined with concrete on the sides of the street. Real sidewalks are only in the really really upper class neighborhoods, and even with those, it's easy to see where the sidewalk ends because there still aren't that many.

This is the side of the manor's main building. A lwoman just entered clutching a brown grocery bag. I think she saw me.

Here's another segment of the ditch. That's an entire groove bordering the street in the name of water direction. It doesn't really work during the rainy season (all year) though, especially when it needs to (all year). Most don't, really.

There's a second building behind the main one. I think I'd really enjoy living there, nice as my current quarters are. I have a thing for large parking lots, probably for their lack of bugs. I like being able to stay outside without getting itchy for whatever reason nature dictates. This must account for some of my interest in the manor. But either way, so many gorgeous chalk drawings could be etched onto that asphalt flat.

Anyway, this is one side the ditch can flow to:

There's two pipes that form a little ersatz bridge across a brook-looking thing. I'd totally use it if I actually had a legit reason to, but I really don't and never did, not even to get to school. Using that to get to school would be considered an unnecessary and messy detour. Besides, breaking it might be bad.

The stream keeps going, but it's nasty down there. Spending the summer as a bored middle schooler also taught me where this stream comes from, but it's about a mile away as the crow doesn't fly where it crosses another street, and I didn't feel like trodding around down there the day I took these pictures. There's also fish and lower lifeforms down there, but you probably can't see them. We also have a lot of Mudkips around here sometimes. I never leiked them.

Okay, so if you keep walking down the street towards the intersection, there's a very dedicated ditch for where the ones above flow out.

This place looks like a good movie setting for something crude and dramatic. Possibly even murderous. Maybe a good place for a scary movie at night.
You might think the four or so feet of concrete walls is a bit much, but this place actually floods when it rains for days, making it annoying to walk through as I had to many times in the tedious journey toward education at the second worst middle school in town which incidentally is now the first worst because the previously worst was knocked down. Oh good ole days, with all those weekly bomb threats and quad-daily fights.
The blue smudges are from whoever tried to cover up some graffiti. There wasn't nearly that much grafitti though, so it looks like that person decided the paint the whole wall and ran out of paint.

Another angle. That's a veranda or something. This place reminds me of all those pictures of China my mom has. I guess it's like where she used to live. Either way, this is an odd area of town, mixing modern (technology) and hillbilly (trees) elements into something distinctly indistinct.

And here, from the side. There's another large parking lot! Each side of all the buildings around here could pass of as the back, even the front.

The next picture's a better view of the main intersection nearby. That's my dad unexpectedly driving my car coming back from Home Depot. He then stopped by and asked me what the heck I was doing and why do I gotta be so weird. I will admit that I looked ridiculous at the time, as I was wearing black running shorts and a neon pink tee shirt because I couldn't find a lot of my summer clothes. I still haven't found them, so I have just barely have enough to show up in work with. Also, I was taking pictures of "nothing" with a cell phone camera, which is apparently a sin.

This place has the small-town feel of a deserted strip mall and basically looks like the place the rough crowd would go to smoke and beat people up in those eighties movies. It's sort of like the parking lot at work, where the rough crowd goes to smoke but stops short of beating people up.

Here is the side of the buildings on the right in the previous picture:

This area looks quite shady, and it's where the gas pipe bridge leads out to.

And then, lookit what I found in the parking lot-spoons. They're even metal! I swear I didn't put them there to make this post interesting:

And finally, what else would make this more marginally ghetto-looking area complete more than a dark, creepy alley?

Dairy of an occasional dyslexic

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 05:59:42 GMT

TCL is a resurrected process recently put back into use.

This stands for "The Complete Solution". Yes, the T stands for The. As a selling model, it involves a sales associate who initially contacts the customer and engages with him or her in order to solve his or her problem, because every customer comes here with a problem and workers are there to help solve it. The SA then uses the TRUST model of contact to learn about the customer's needs and lifestyle, eventually recommending products and services to serve them. Trust stands for Thank, Respect, Understand, Suggest, and Thank, which makes minimal sense at times, since thanking the customer tends to confuse the customer. Anywya, the SA then brings the customer to the precinct, where a member of the Geek Squad on HERO duty rings the customer out. Nobody I've asked is sure what HERO stands for, but it holds by corporate ruling which is all that matters. In the process, additional services are recommended. By whom, I don't know. There's a reason it was a passive sentence. Then, the SA returns to the floor. SAs can be nice about it or be jobsworths. Geek Squaders can be nice about it or get up in yo face about all the work they're expected to do and can't squeeze in.

Today I could not spell, until now, but only because firefox is holding my hand and leading me accross the rush hour highway called spelling. It's still not working.

My room is a mess. I own too many things, namely clothes. I must own like twenty whole shirts, and three not whole shirts. God. There's also paper. Wayyyyy too much writing. Also quite a bit of dust. I should go to bed.

Did you know, cakes should be baked quickly after mixing in the wet ingredients because the baking power inside them will lose its ability to make carbon dioxide, thus leading to flat and tough cake? Did you also know that I knew that, but was unable to follow it because I didn't know the oven was broken, thus making a pitifully unappatizing birthday cake whose only remotely high point was its resemblence to the cakes used in Mario Party?

[ctrl][z]

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 03:58:57 GMT

Mr. Roboto is brandspanking new again!

Just ignore the presence of non-virgin harddrive sectors and generally disheveled physical exterior. Possibly the physical interior as well. But! Yeah. Reinstall, woo. So...adding RAM involved cracking it open. I didn't lose any screws. That was good, but the bigger problem is that the case didn't line up perfectly when I put it back. It's not super super super conspicuous, but it's disaligning the battery a little, and... Dirt and crap'll get inside the computer more easily. Certainly this wasn't worth it... Especially since I'm running XP.
I had to reinstall twice since going up to XP Pro involved the WGA patrol. Oh WGA. Microsoft is very much so anti-piracy, understandable but annoyingly so sometimes. Out of a large collection of years of CDs agglomerated from unknown corners of the world, I found a XP Pro OS. With an original key code! But it was OEM for a desktop. Too bad. I'm kind of surprised it worked at all. But WGA might make everything explode after 30 days, which would really really suck because I'll be caught in the life-draining mire of school and a reinstall would be one of the last things I'd want to deal with. So, back to XP Home, which isn't really so bad because this was before Microsoft turned into a ...jerk about differences between versions. Vista is a wonderful example as I've learned.
But the drivers are making me frustrated. I thought I was safe because Mr. Roboto came with a "Drivers" CD. Two of them, actually! But...They were just lists of drivers you need...Really? This might have been acceptable if there was only one CD. The list wasn't even specifically for the model. More like their whole line. Oh well. I did get all of them... They all worked with my "pirated" version, but when I went back to my reinstall CD, the sound driver wouldn't install. I enjoy sound. I ranted to a friend, and he asked if the driver was for the right model. Well. Yes. I'm not quite that dumb. At least not right now, since I'm getting a decent amount of sleep.

My life must be boring. I'm talking about my computer gosh darn it. But I haven't had work for TWO WHOLE DAYS and lack of mindless work has left me to my own devices. Back to the front bench tomorrow! Erm. My department is usually understaffed, and everything becomes kind of a positive feedback reaction when things get busy. Apparently I'm good at selling things, so that just creates more work for me or whoever else is on the front bench. Floor workers pull out anyone in my department who's visible (aka front bench). We're supposed to attach services to the product. Floor workers are supposed to have primed the customer and gotten the paperwork filled out, but most of them skip that. Because "my manager said so." Anyway. We try to sell them services, then we do the services. The guy pulled me out to the floor when it started too even though my department only had three on duty. I kind of felt like walking around, but then another guy from my department got the staff manager and put me back on the front bench because they seriously needed me. I was in troubleeeee. Woo. And now I'm talking about work even though I did quite a few interesting social things recently.

It feels like I'm falling in love, but I'm just falling to the bathroom floor

Fri, 07 Aug 2009 20:14:53 GMT

Ridic
Haha. I still remembered how to do that in HTML. It's been what, four years? Everythingg's funnier in allcaps.

Common and persistant typos I make:
"liverjournal" for livejournal
"science fail" for science fair. This one's ironic.

Summer's almost over. I'm leaving tons of people again, but I should be used to this, having gone to seven or eight schools. Stupid linearly experienced time. Grr. I'd love to slow down and just enjoy the summer without having to worry about doing anything, like working or studying. Of course, I can, but it makes me feel like such a bad person to be lazy and not do anything productive when there's so much that needs to be done. Then I remember that in a few billion years, the sun will explode and anything that could remotely pass off as relics of humanity will disappear in fire or ice. Probably fire. But anyway, then I just oh well it away and get back down to business or having fun. Or both, which is nicest.

Anyway, a vignette:

I flicked my phone out of my pocket and slid it open. 8:27. So close until Dan could leave work and join us for a movie night. I slid the phone back into my pocket. It had an unnecessarily bright screen-the same orange radiation as the setting sun blinding me from outside the greenhouse panes. As I leaned against the hut railing, I looked at the last family milling around, albeit in the general direction of the exit as the father urged the children toward the mesh door. I turned my spaced-out stare away in a direction that wouldn't make anyone nervous. And then a shaggy brown mass rising above the knee-high vegetation caught my attention. It fell out of view. There was a grunt.
Out of curiosity, I nervously stepped forward like a lonely pencil pusher who's come home to find his front door ajar. It was a person propped up against the giant fake rock like a ragdoll. A small white and two painted ladies in his hair shakily navigated the tangles of his hair. He was...possibly..hopefully asleep? Streaks of all sorts lined his face, and the coat could very barely could have been made of moving fibers.
I somewhat dramatically and unnecessarily walked backward to the shed. Dan looked up up from the daily task list he was marking. Frank hopped off the railing.
"Bored?" Frank asked.
"Dude...There's like a hobo or something over there..." I politically-incorrectly said, then pointed toward the hibiscus bush. "Do you think we should call security or something?"
"Uh...Wait, what?"
We hopped off the steps and trod over.
"Oh my god."
The man stirred restlessly and lifted a mangled hand to take a swig from a bottle-shaped brown lunch bag. A swallowtail dislodged from his coat and drifted away.
Dan stepped back a little and watched. He hesitated, then stepped forward.
"...Excuse me...Sir..."
"...Dan? You sure you want to...?"
The man cracked open his dirt caked eyes. He grunted painfully and tried to use his bloodshot, yellow eyes.
"Wha...What the hell are all these goddamn butterflies doing on me!"
He staggered up and dark liquid splashed out of the bottle-shaped bag away from him, the same fluttering curvy shape like the remaining butterflies exploding off his shoulders.

That wasn't too cool. In the end we got security to deal with this. It was creepy.

And now for something different

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 02:30:40 GMT

P1: Would you say I'm a bad kid if I started hanging out with friends?
P2: You can't do that. If you have time for that kind of thing, you should do more chores instead. Wash the dishes. I have papers for you to read. That will fill up your time.
P1: But if I did that all the time, I wouldn't have time to hang out.
P3: lol
P1: I can't have you sitting on porches and staring at the street and doing drugs all the time.
P2: That's not what hanging out is...
P1: Then what is it? It's just a waste of time.
P2: Yeah, it is. But it's normal human behavior. People like to have fun sometimes.

etc.

Back it up

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 17:07:55 GMT

I set up bear traps last night. They weren't quite as sharp as I thought, but... If it won't come off no matter how hard you struggle, who cares how sharp or not it is, really? Kept dropping them all over the place. Such a klutz. And the keys don't work very well either. The guy said he'd broke some before trying to close the cage locks, but then again he's been at it for a year or so.

My life has consisted of work, futile attempts at studying, energy-draining side effects of too much caffeine, and never getting around to backing up my data the past week or two. I wouldn't reinstall my computer until I save my worthless yet sentimental data of the past two years, my most explosively packed with misery yet. There was plenty of elation and positive excitement sprinkled in there too, but you can't tell based on those megabytes worth of essays and painstakingly failed lines of java. It would be statistically invalid to try.

My computer is almost two years old, so I figure I may as well bring it with me freshmen year and get a new one after that for the last three. That's how long most warrenties last, so three is decently dependable or something. However, it needs more ram. And cowbell. Rams with cowbell. But yeah. Also a good cleaning, physical and not. I think it's cool though, in its own little approaching obselete type of way. I probably spelled obselete wrong. Eh. Well. Mr. Roboto, or Lappy, as I named it, also has an Apple sticker I stole from work somewhat covering the Dell logo. Geeze. Everything I have sounds so ghetto. Maybe I'll stop doing that some day.

Your face

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 05:07:21 GMT

Starting from the lump between your eyebrows going down: glabella, root, dorsum, apex, septum, philtrum.

[Mundane statement goes here]

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 04:07:51 GMT

Or here. Happy Independence-Proclaiming Day. Today was pretty okay. Ha. Laaame. I can do better than that. But not tonight.
I helped sell 8k worth of stuff. More specifically, I was responsible for about 4k in computers and associated paraphenelia. The guys also bought three big screen TVs, but I can't take credit for that even though people did give me credit for that since it was on the same receipt. Lucky. Mmm. A coworker said I raped their wallets, but it was so easy that I just had to go as far as I could, ie sell them as much as possible. I wanted to say that out on the floor, but that sounds so bad. So bad. Anyway, we're not on commission. Therefore, I still make approximately not many dollars this summer, which will evaporate like liquid helium in the sun as soon as I purchase my discounted used college texts.

I bought myself a large container of pink yogurt on the way home. I expected to mix it with milk and drink an ungodly amount of it, but I didn't.

Then I ran four miles to top the three I walk every day at work.

And now the mundanely titled post concludes with a painfully banal statement.

Scheduling

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 17:21:26 GMT

So, I think I've got most of my freshmen year schedule set, though it's chock full of if statements. Getting my AP scores would seriously help. Roar. Knowing my major would also seriously help, even more serioulsy than my AP scores.

Semester 1:
-5.112 probably, maybe 3.091 depending on which major I decide on this week
-18.01A if I fail BC Calc. 18.023 if I somehow don't
-8.01 probably. 8.02 if I somehow motivate myself to study enough and pass the ASE
-21F.076 hopefully.
-French/Chinese II/III, assuming 21F.076. Alternate HASS's are
2. Choice 2: 21M.065
3. Choice 3: 21W.747
4. Choice 4: 11.002
5. Choice 5: 17.40
6. Choice 6: 21L.421
of which I don't really remember what they stand for...Intro to Music Comp and Rhetoric. Some others.
-6 unit lab. if I don't get 21F.076,

Semester 2:
-18.023 if I didn't pass BC Calc, 18.3x otherwise
-8.02 if I took 8.01
-7.014 if I don't test out
-24.09,21W.735, 11.002j, 17.40 21l.421 etc. whichever I didn't get
-foreign language +1
-possibly 6 unit lab
okay, never mind, I don't really have semester 2 set out yet.

Actually, none of this is for certain.

What? No!

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:54:58 GMT

So! I must say that I've completely lost track of time. My computer says that it's july 2, which is really really sad, since that means it's also thursday. It's also JULY. Which my computer also told me. Wait...Yeah. Okay. I've been super unproductive, as in no studying for school... So, work again starting tomorrow. Part timing. I don't actually have any reason to complain because my schedule doesn't go funky until next week, where I work all sorts of shifts and close twice. I don't know how to close. But there'll be other guys there too, and they say closing's fun because the supervisor's not there. They would.
I want to say morning hours have been a mixed blessing, but I get up at 9:00 +/- 1:00 anyway.
My job is quite odd. I'm a counter operations guy, which seems like a position my supervisor made up so he could hire me, because last time I checked, there were only counter intelligence agents and double agents. Counter operators don't sound cool. I've mostly been selling stuff so far though. They set me out on the floor and basically said,"Sell stuff." So I did. And I spread a ton of misinformation the first week or two since I didn't know much about the store but just parts and stuff in general, but I'm pretty okay with the inventory now. My store's a ripoff compared to other online places, but as a physical store I guess it's the best around, especially since it killed/acquired most of its competitors. Except RadioShack. I have no idea how that works. The local CompUSA still has its sign up, but that's only because no one bought the building yet. First job. Not so bad, not even many angry customers, though it wouldn't make sense to have angry people come in to buy things. Though there was this one guy who got angry because I was trying to help two people at once, so he felt like throwing a router. Err...Dunno, that was sometime in my first week. There'll be more when I actually start working the counter.
I've had a lot of this mental dissonance thing. Don't remember if that's the right term, since I learned it in the tenth grade psychology of which wasn't taken particularly seriously. But maybe. Anyway, I'm supposed to convince people that Macs are good deals, are super awesome, and are virus-free because UNIX is a more secure system. I'm also supposed to say the other computers are good deals depending on the customer's preferences. Basically, I'm lying a lot, and I really hate selling this stuff to people putting themselves in debt, and especially tacking on extra services. Worst part is they're not being informed consumers and actually do need these services and won't find better deals the way they shop. On the otherhand, "informed" consumers are annoying because they think they know what they're doing and don't. For-real informed consumers don't come here. Still, it's a little funny when people come in deadset on getting the cheapest laptop, which is always a vista running on 1GB. But hey, it's only $300! Also, I was under the impression that netbooks were only 16GB since there weren't any hdd ones until last week or something. I disapprove of netbooks.
What else. I've been getting so much sleep recently! Last night I went to bed around 10:00, though it was more because my stomach was killing me and I basically blacked out. I wanted to lie down on the floor but my mom would freak. Hopefully it's because I ate all the food my mom gave me because I was too tired to complain. I usually complain. It seriously is a lot though; I've measured it before. It's usually around four pounds. I also watched Shaun of the Dead yesterday, and I was thinking if getting your stomach ripped out felt the same, though your body would probably produce so many opiods or something so you wouldn't feel the bear clawing through you. Or you'd pass out from fear by then. Yep.

For totally

Sun, 09 Dec 2007 05:18:09 GMT

I go to college. It's nothing special. Everyone nowadays goes to college. Except hillbillies and people with weird parents. But a lot of waiters and MacDonald's workers have college degrees. It must take a lot of talent to get one of those jobs. I'm going to be facing some pretty stiff competition after I get out, huh?

But anyhow, college is nothing I expected it to be. I made a collage in elementary school before, but it was fun. I glued pictures from my dad's magazine collection together onto a giant poster, and all my classmates liked my poster because they laughed. I started laughing too, but my teacher said my poster was inappropriate. My dad whipped me later for "cutting out all the girls". But yeah, I though college would be fun and inappropriate, like my collage. I hate college though. All you do is go to classes crammed with a few hundred people and nothing happens except maybe on a good day the guy sitting next to you will light up a joint and share it with you. And if you skip class, they threaten to kick you out and take away your diploma. So it's a waiting game.

But anyhow, this whole game makes no sense. We have lots of football and basketball games here a lot, but then college is a game with games in it. That just sounds dumb. And football and basketball games aren't even games, they're playoffs made of games, and that just makes this even worse. Now it's a game with games inside a game.

Every time I mention this to my advisor, he threatens to take away my diploma. I pay good money for this and I'm not even guarenteed to get anything? That's just dumb. And speaking of money, I started to run short ever since my parents stopped paying the tuition because my grades went down. So I got a job at Wendy's. A bunch of the other guys working there went to college, so I didn't expect to get the job. I sure was lucky. But then, the manager kept wanting me to work more hours and I didn't have time for classes any more. I'm thinking of dropping out, which should be just as good as graduating from college. After all, I "went" to college, right?

Comment at your own risk. :O

Merry Christmas

Sun, 02 Dec 2007 00:21:08 GMT

December 1
SANTAVILLE, NORTH POLE - Stock Analysts predict a unseasonably high drop in GDP of Santa's Workshop (SWS) fourth quarter amid a weak economy and accusations of unethical practice.
"SWS performs very well regardless of market conditions or changes in popular culture and has been steadily rising since the 1960s" says John Redband, top analyst of Yellowstone Group. "It rarely responds to a weak market and only drops somewhat in response to market plunges or anti-Christmas movements. However, this year's conditions could cause it to show a marked drop in productivity."
Low consumer confidence and increasing rates of unemployment have resulted in weakened value of SWS second and third quarter. Others sources of decreased output involve surging crude oil prices, decreased government subsidies, and a recent safety recall last month amid discovery of lead paint in some products.
Market analyst Ron Reyson says,"It's actually surprising that it took all these factors to influence Santa's Workshop. Raw materials and energy prices hardly impacted this industry, and it seems like the cause is more that consumers aren't as willing to support this industry because they simply cannot as they are sucumbing to inflation and a weakening dollar. It was definitely helped along by unfair labor practices, such as by employing workers for pennies a day, and by attaching its currency to the dollar in order to keep prices unfairly cheaper than they should be."
Santa's Workshop CEO and founder, Santa Claus, has no comments.
Consumer Jimmy Todd,7, says,"It should go out of business. I asked for a Bionicle Super-Destructobot 4000 and they sent me two sweaters."
Consumer Kate Steppfield, 9, however, disagrees, saying,"I like them a lot. I asked for things like Dream House Barbie and a pony and I got everything I asked for. They have good customer service."
Statistics show that many customers are unhappy with their business with Santa's Workshop, and many never receive anything in response to their orders.
Company worker Fay Morgan, who has worked at Santa's Workshop for over 50 years says,"I'm surprised that this is still in business because it's an absurd industry, if you ask me, but it's a strong tradition and I guess it's just here to stay. Until the next Depression, that is."

It's December already. SCANDAL!

Lolcats

Sat, 03 Nov 2007 02:23:02 GMT

Hai evryone!
I is lolcat, my name is Snapz. I is exchange student now, and I is vry hypercool, I was in "in" crowd on teh first day! Below is picture of me hanging out wiff my friend dudes. They is HyperCool, all of they. I is the orange dude. Did I mention I is Hypercool too?
I has blond hairs and green i's. I is preety. I cans looking for more friends? I is happy to friend you. I promiss naught to make you feel bad becus I is Super preety.
I is Canada cat for 6 monss. I was Norwegian cat. How aboot you? I is proud to be Canada cat nao, our Currenci is better than Currenci of U States of A. I is cheated by book suggested retail prices now. I doesn't appreciate, becuss i wanted buy bookss, but is still vry nice land. Our has nice cats and nice treess and nice everything.
Was nice meeting you, I hope see you again!

20

holy fdsa!

Sat, 06 Oct 2007 01:04:24 GMT

I have all htis homework and yet i still take tthe time to write some random computer scribbly stuff on LJ? That is foolhardy, thou fool! And that is not okay!
My topic today is mints. But I am seething in anger from some real life thingys. Well not really. I'm sort of like those autistic people who don't feel emotions. Which is good. Ore else I really would be seething in anger. Is that even what autism is? Oh well. I have a ton of homework. Wheeee! ONe thing is that I got a 80 on some essay thing. It had to be personal and POSITIVE. Ha. Haha. 80's not too bad then. But I sure do need an A, or else this whole problem will become a lot bigger. :) Kids who got 100s: one kid wrote about "colors" and the teacher commended one who wrote about "breasts". Geeze. Yes, very personal, indeed.
Logic is the satanic spawn of the stupid, I suppose. No more logical arguments for me then, pathos is the wway to go.
But anyway, back to the topic. I obtained a box of mints recently. They were cool. And shrink wrapped, I guess. They said "2004 MINT EDITION world of music commemoration" and looked rather unassuming at best. Inside the box, there were a bunch of little red round things that looked like oxycotin. Or valium. Or um... meth pills. But anyway, those were the mints, probably. There was a picture of a leaf indented on all of them, which i htink is pretty cool considering how they did that billions of times total to fill their orders. And like the crackhead I am, I ate all of them in one day, more precisely, within one hour. Heartburn ensued. Or it could've still been that thing from getting hit by a backpack in the stomach?
Either way it is cool.
Good night. This has been. Dateline. Dundunduuun.
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homework: sucks time better than a Hoover!

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:41:21 GMT

Hello everybody AKA darjam!
Welcome to today's requested entry!

Let's talk about violin (the prompt)! (warning: exagerated ill will ahead). First violins are so snobby. They think they're so great because there's only five of them and twelve second violins. So they think they can arrive whenever they want to. Like ten minutes before class is over. Hate them! Hate them all!!!!!!!! (just in school).

(now in academy) First violins are so snobby. They think they're so great because there's 28 of them and 7 second violins. But this time they can't arrive whenever they want to, because they'll get demoted! BUAHAHA! But what's up with the principal violinist? He was ranked twenty-five or so out of 30 in the seconds last year and over a summer he got to be first out of the firsts all of the sudden?!? How does that work? Those satanic first violins with their elitiist clique and snobbery! Hate them! Hate them alll!!!!

Okay, that is all. Tune in next time for more uncharacteristic entries that arise from prompting!

P.S. OMG TRC!!!!!!!!!! :)

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Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:18:49 GMT

Found some more. I guess I've been collecting these for a long time.

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Wed, 15 Aug 2007 23:00:04 GMT

Whoo

Sun, 12 Aug 2007 16:50:24 GMT

Grawr. Every time we go on "vacation" we end up doing unfun things. This time it's visiting colleges I wouldn't remotely consider, like Babson or Bentley. Or Wellsley. We're in Boston, but I'm just sitting around on the computer in my dad's place being bored because I'm not allowed outside etc. Standard procdure. The only distinctly Bostonian thing we've done is visit colleges, as in walk around campus for hours. I dread the flood of spam I'll recieve someday because of all the information cards my mom filled out for me. Especially for all the all-women's schools. It's uncharacteristically hot and sunny and certain people believe there is nothing else worthwhile in this area. So vacations are a waste of time when my parents are in charge. It reminds me of when we went to Florida because they got a coupon for plane tickets or something. We spent five days there, four of them househunting and one attempting to go to Disney World but giving up because of taking the highway the wrong way. No houses were bought. I'm really surprised they're not househunting here too, but........ Ha. Debt. But yeah. I could be home...reading or something. Dunno. But, fun stuff.