Feb. 8th, 2006

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I've entered the silly zone again. Couldn't resist commenting on an article in Yahoo about Bush's plans to cut Social Security survivor benefits:

Subject: Immunity for Survivor!

Why does Bush hate Survivor?

And how can he even THINK of cutting their benefits? They suffered on that island for MONTHS, eating raw fish, getting sunburns and scurvy, getting voted off one by one, dealing with immunity challenges...they EARNED those benefits!

Maybe Bush just doesn't like TV? But I thought he was an American.
bobquasit: (Default)
I've entered the silly zone again. Couldn't resist commenting on an article in Yahoo about Bush's plans to cut Social Security survivor benefits:

Subject: Immunity for Survivor!

Why does Bush hate Survivor?

And how can he even THINK of cutting their benefits? They suffered on that island for MONTHS, eating raw fish, getting sunburns and scurvy, getting voted off one by one, dealing with immunity challenges...they EARNED those benefits!

Maybe Bush just doesn't like TV? But I thought he was an American.

WHY?!?

Feb. 8th, 2006 01:55 pm
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Kashi. High protein & high fiber. "Crunchy Fiber Twigs, Soy Protein Grahams, and Honey Puffs" - but I don't taste the honey.

Carrots.

An apple.

One small "meal", every three hours.

Shredded wheat and skim milk at 6:30 AM.

Kashi and skim milk at 9:30 AM.

Kashi and skim milk at 12:30 PM.

Violent diarrhea at 12:49 PM (just kidding).

At 1:39 I snapped. Grabbing a handful of change from a drawer, I ran to the snack machine. Feeling like Charlie Bucket, I stared at all the offerings. Quickly I decided: Fritos! I craved that life-giving salt. With desperate speed I crammed 55 cents into the slot and pressed F1.

The spiral loop turned slowly, pushing the small bag forward to the brink. Soon it would plummet into the bottom of the machine, where I could reach it through a flap. Sweet, crunchy salt...I could already taste it. Closer to the edge, closer, c l o s e r...

Well, I've pretty much telegraphed what happened next. The damned thing stuck! And no matter how much I rocked the machine (which can lead to SEVERE INJURY OR DEATH), that damned bag stuck like glue to the loop.

I feel like I'm nailed to a cross...a cross of Fritos. And the nails are the perversity of the Universe.

I weep.

WHY?!?

Feb. 8th, 2006 01:55 pm
bobquasit: (Default)
Kashi. High protein & high fiber. "Crunchy Fiber Twigs, Soy Protein Grahams, and Honey Puffs" - but I don't taste the honey.

Carrots.

An apple.

One small "meal", every three hours.

Shredded wheat and skim milk at 6:30 AM.

Kashi and skim milk at 9:30 AM.

Kashi and skim milk at 12:30 PM.

Violent diarrhea at 12:49 PM (just kidding).

At 1:39 I snapped. Grabbing a handful of change from a drawer, I ran to the snack machine. Feeling like Charlie Bucket, I stared at all the offerings. Quickly I decided: Fritos! I craved that life-giving salt. With desperate speed I crammed 55 cents into the slot and pressed F1.

The spiral loop turned slowly, pushing the small bag forward to the brink. Soon it would plummet into the bottom of the machine, where I could reach it through a flap. Sweet, crunchy salt...I could already taste it. Closer to the edge, closer, c l o s e r...

Well, I've pretty much telegraphed what happened next. The damned thing stuck! And no matter how much I rocked the machine (which can lead to SEVERE INJURY OR DEATH), that damned bag stuck like glue to the loop.

I feel like I'm nailed to a cross...a cross of Fritos. And the nails are the perversity of the Universe.

I weep.

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[TheOldOne] Hi!
[TheOldOne] Or not, as the case may be.
[TheOldOne] This has been a test of the IRC system. Had this been an actual chat, conversation would have ensued. This is only a test. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

And now, please, someone tell me to go to bed.
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[TheOldOne] Hi!
[TheOldOne] Or not, as the case may be.
[TheOldOne] This has been a test of the IRC system. Had this been an actual chat, conversation would have ensued. This is only a test. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

And now, please, someone tell me to go to bed.

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