People who can’t be bothered to check spelling and/or grammar, especially when they’re actually writing something intended to be prose
doing my usual obscene preparations and then having the situation taken completely out of my control (say by a subway train that comes way later than it should and then randomly stops for ten minutes, making me late for work when I left at the same time that usually gets me there 40 minutes early)
the lottery (I’m sorry, but I lose a little respect for somebody every time I see that they bought any kind of lottery ticket, and even more if they say “you can’t win if you don’t play”)
stupid authority (I do not have a problem with authority. I have a problem with authority when it acts like an idiot.)
apparently having trouble with counting every now and then
People who have intelligence and are not afraid to use it
A little entertaining insanity
Everything Douglas Adams ever wrote (and seriously, if you only know Hitchhiker, you’re missing out)
intricate plots that bring seemingly random things back turning out to be tremendously important (that’s right, I’m looking at you, Douglas Adams, Stephen Moffat, JK Rowling)
joneko replied to your post:I had a dream in which I was in the army. Also in this dream, and in my company? Olivia Wilde. For a minute I thought that said Oscar Wilde and was both confused and inordinately excited. But hey, he’d be a great weapon. He could just bitch the enemy to death. Were Olivia’s BDUs standard issue? :p
Sadly, yes. But while Oscar Wilde would indeed make an awesome weapon, I would much rather have Olivia Wilde in my company. Especially if we got to share barracks. I should stop thinking about this.
Why thank you for the compliment, kind sir!
From now on, you're in charge of the Making Shannon Smile, Afternoon Edition!
Ooooooh, now that should be a fun job! And you’re very welcome, it’s easy to give compliments when you post such awesome pictures. I can’t decide which part of it I like better, the haircut, or the awesome smirk.
“I have to say, as someone who is not Christian, it’s hard for me to believe Christians are a persecuted people in America. God-willing, maybe one of you one day will even rise up and get to be president of this country ― or maybe forty-four in a row. But, that’s my point, is they’ve taken this idea of no establishment as persecution, because they feel entitled, not to equal status, but to greater status.”—
We passed a park in Ellicott City, MD that had a hill called Squirrell Hill. The first thing I thought of was that The Battle of Squirrel Hill would make a kickin’ song title. But the question is if it would be more awesome to have a band called Squirrel Hill Cavalry. What do y’all think?
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So many people see this video and think "AWWW THOSE BABIES ARE SO CUTE."
I think "ohgod they have their own language and one day they're going to kill us all."
So yes. Babies are a no. Always. Period. But I did think you would get a smile out of this because even I was cracking up. Despite the impending horror.
The code didn’t translate well into the question. I’m hoping answering this will let me see the video.
Rachel, obviously, is the character of mine who most plays an organized sport, and the number she wears is 24. She chose that number because it belonged to Tino Martinez, the Yankee who made her want to play first base.
Aaron also plays, but he doesn’t have a number that’s near and dear to him. He’d just pick the number of whatever MLB player he liked best when he was playing, and wear that number.
You are an evil, awful person. You KNOW if I had that cutting board it would just make my OCD tendencies a hundred times worse. Crying in frustration upon entrance to the kitchen would become a learned response!
See, I would have pretty much the opposite reaction. I would use it always for everything, and everything would take me at least twice as long, because I’d be USING the damn thing. But it would be PERFECT, DAMMIT.