My father is watching the Indy 500, and the engine whine is more than slightly annoying. Oh well.
Last night Matt, Maureen, Derek, Anjie, and me all went to San Francisco to see The Importance of Being Earnest. We found at that at the moment the movie is in limited release, which is why we had to travel, but it was worth it. It was a great movie (In my opinion), as good as I remember the book being. Extremely funny in the witty sense.
On the ride home I saw this anti-milk billboard (which erks me because I drink milk more than anything else but water) and it had a list of things in milk and one of them was “pesticides.” When I said this aloud, rather than saying pesticides I said pesticles. At the time, this became extremely amusing to Me, derek, and Anjie all sitting in the back. We started adding the suffix “esticles” to other words, creating completely amusing hacks of random words. Here is a list of the good words:
Pesticides – Pesticles (me)
Methamphetamines – Methamphesticles (me)
Champion – Champesticle (Derek)
Van Ness Ave.- Van Nesticle Ave. (me)
So basically half the ride back from SF involved stupidity with words!
The other half involved a phrase I uttered to quickly, and ended up being funnier then before. I said to Derek “You sir, need to let the trolly go up the happy shaft and dance for a bit.” Does anyone else ever get stir crazy in a long car ride and start acting extremely goofy? I’m one of those people hehe.
Time for homework, I need to write the script for the video project of the silmarillion.
Talk to me on aim/icq please, I need distractorations!
kk
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I find racing itself is more than slightly annoying…
And I too go insane on long car rides. Somehow, I think the exhaust fumes seep into the car somewhere after a period of time.
fumes, thats probably it.
As to racing, I find the last lap slightly amusing, and the times when people crash.
shoulda heard my grandma today
she said “shit” about 12 times in the car
(well actually she said “schitt”. d’ya ever see that tshirt? the story of Jack Schitt?)
No, actually, I’ve never heard this story? Does it involve pesticles?
no, no pesticles.
you’re online right now! but i am icq-less here at mark’s house.
later today we were talking about hotdogs. we called em weiners of course. so we were talking about how cooked everybody likes em and grandma said “i dont like my wieners very black but i like em a little crusty” and i about pissed myself.