The lurkers

These are no creatures of legend nor fantastic beast whose, only evidence of existence is a blurry photograph or shaky video. Some move in packs, others alone. Quickly they scurry to the computer lab and are halted by a lack of available computers. Not daunted they assume their lurking position and lurk near the door out. The wait, quietly, patiently, lurking and waiting for their chance to strike and sit down finally. They are not to be feared, nor laughed at. Mock them to your hearts content as, logically if you can't get a computer at the moment it seems appropriate to invest your time otherwise or in the endeavour to find another lab where there are other computers to be had.
I had the pleasure of sitting next one of these lurkers after he finally found an open seat. He had decided that for his lurking purposes today that he would rock the pink t-shirt with a popped collar. I see no need to follow that up with anything else but a look of dissapointment and a head shake.

Its those precious moments that make the day

Yesterday I found myself in quite a bit of pain. It was of the stomache variety of pain and well after ignoring it for some time I found that the feeling that my stomache may explode had to be dealt with. For you girls out there I can fully understand your complaints of feeling bloated now. It still doesn't hurt as much as being a guy and getting kicked in the crotch but I'm willing to be semi-sympathetic to you guys on this case. Just don't whine to much.
After assesing my stomache pain I deemed it necessary to go out and find relief, possibly Tums or maybe just eat a whole lot of food and hope it all evens out. As I walked through the hub, clutching my stomache in pain I noticed on the big screen this quick news report. I saw elmo and drug in the same sentence so I had to stop and look for a moment. Check this out http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,225138,00.html?sPage=fnc.national/crime. Makes you really wonder about that tickle me elmo. Certainly explains that smile.... oh well at least cookie monster is still good. You know, once he gets out of rehab http://youtube.com/watch?v=2zVsUW8IVPQ.
Fleece it out my friends.

Good Times

So been a little while since the last post, my apologies. I could not find the time to update inbetween my procrastinating and actual when I was actually doing work. So Sarah Billings and Katy Shaefer gave Jason and I the honor of having them as guests. A good time with some good food and, as if the weekend wasn't already pretty sweet, I found some freaken Big League Chew. Oh yeah, it's all comin together.
Saddly I cannot support the campaign of Katy Shaefer for president. I do not doubt her abilities but if it comes to crossing Scuba's campaign I cannot side otherwise. Perhaps if there was a succession where either Katy would follow Scuba or vice versa then everyone wins except, camper Timmy and he knows why.

A simply complicated intro.

So, started this thing quite some time ago and after creating it never actually made a single post. Feeling inspired today I thought, "I'm going to find me that blog I started a while ago and actually do something with it. Then I'll go and do something of a more productive nature." So here we are. Welcome to the supposive inside of my head. Bad spelling, terrible grammar, and some how it all makes sense it a non-sensical way (Note: I often make up words so give me heads up when you see a word which may not actually exist). Indeed it's quite the quizabug.

This is my vaugue attempt at an intro. to this whole blog of mine. This way you were all warned and can't come back to me later when you get to deep into the inner workings of my brain because, this could get messy. No guarantees on what could happen or how things could go down. Just sit back, buckle in, and pray for your life because I guarantee the guy without the last name, sitting next to you, won't be making it out of this one. And welcome to the Remix.