Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 19, 2012 - 10:58am
Ha! I'll have to ask her! For some reason she's been bringing up stuff like that a lot lately so I am sure she'll let me know....all I know is, it's ruined the show for me.....nothin but the rain
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 20, 2012 - 2:44pm
Alright, got a new one.
I have been filling out applications for apartments for when I move. I just had to check my birth certificate, because apparently I have been spelling my middle name wrong.....for years and years.....
I have a wiener dog that was raised by 5 cats, he's loveable like a dog, but mimics cats.
Best of both worlds. I believe in the dogs not liking people thing too. My dog is nice to everyone, but he once just randomly bit a douche bag in the face and I personally haven't ever met a dog that didn't like me.
averydoll
from Kentucky is reading Lisey's Story by Stephen KingMarch 20, 2012 - 2:54pm
When I started working for the college I had to get my son's birth certificate for his benefits. I never bothered to get an official one when he was born, so I had to order it. When it came, under his gender they had hi listed as female. It was a big deal. I had to get a notarized letter stating that my son was a boy. I kept a copy of the wrong one to show him when he gets older.
aliensoul77
from a cold distant star is reading the writing on the wall.March 20, 2012 - 7:38pm
I don't get what Laurance's joke had to do with Avery but it seems everything does. I think avery is like the Pamela Anderson of litreactor, you know except she's smart and not a whore.
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 21, 2012 - 10:44am
Ok, I got a new one. Literally happened minutes ago.
So, I IMed someone. We had to talk about something last night, but she got company. I tell her about some things really personal that we've been talking about it (family, my transfer ect). She doesn't respond, I call her a pet name (sweet ass)....start teasing her about something even more personal (not going into too many details)
She then IMs me back.
"Matt, I am teaching a class, you're on the projector. lol"
"Well....this is awkward. Hi class."
"Yes it is. I'll text you later. Haha"
Sigh.....to live and die at Comcast. I am going to crawl into a hole now.
Grigori Black
from US is reading Hannibal RisingMarch 21, 2012 - 10:51am
Gotta love technology. Enabling people to create awkward situations from anywhere in the world to anyone.
On birth certificates: My family changed my name and didn't bother to tell anyone. The school system didn't care, so for the majority of my life, I went under an assumed name. Most of the time, it's not an issue. But for certain things like getting married or getting a passport, etc., I have to prove I am who I say I am since my birth certificate and my ID don't match. To make things better, since the mess with 9/11 I can't get a copy of my own birth certificate (because the names don't match). I have to ask my mom to do it.
So despite the fact that I have almost twenty years of documentation, taxes, work history, background checks, fingerprints, dental records, etc. I need a note from my mother to prove I am who I say I am.
Liana
from Romania and Texas is reading Death by Sunshine by Allison BurnettMarch 21, 2012 - 11:40am
My first day of teaching at this college (very first day, very first class), I was wearing a dress with buttons in the front. Few minutes into the class, an embarrassed girl tells me, "miss, your dress is unbuttoned." My not so small boobs (of course, in their bra) were on full display. Do you think I cared? Not really. Two days before, I had just moved to Texas and within those 2 days I had to buy car, rent an apartment, unpack a million boxes, had two hysterical cats I had brought on the plane who were peeing in the apartment, and I had 4 hours of sleep previous to that class. So I just turned around and buttoned the damn dress and shrugged the whole thing off.
Also: I got my license at 35! (so yes, I'm older than that).
Arkadia
from Australia is reading The Wasp Factory by Iain BanksMarch 21, 2012 - 9:13pm
Sometimes I get into arguments with people on topics I don't know anything about, and when they prove I'm wrong I keep arguing anyway, just so I can outlast them and 'win'.
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 22, 2012 - 1:41pm
I get butt hurt about rejections every once and awhile. Just remember this. A wise man in college told me to remember this (after being rejected by a sorority girl) in between hits from the beer bong.
Boone Spaulding
from Coldwater, Michigan, U.S.A. is reading Solarcide Presents: Nova ParadeMarch 24, 2012 - 12:24pm
Last night I discovered something about myself: I cannot participate in "angry sex" and laugh uproariously at the same time. What happens when I do so? I get an EXTREMELY painful charlie horse in my left buttock.
(I think I'd rather be stabbed in the buttock than to get another one of those charlie horses - it definitely was a game changer and an End To Fun...)
(Why laugh uproariously during "angry sex"? A half-full cup of lukewarm coffee lept off the headboard and landed on my head, baptizing me in Mocha Java...)
Nikki Guerlain
from Portlandia is reading Necronomicon Book ThreeMarch 24, 2012 - 12:44pm
Well definitely original. I've heard of coffee enemas but never coffee eye drops. I wonder if that'd work like visine. No occifer my eyes aren't bloodshot just stained yellow from years of coffee abuse.
Grigori Black
from US is reading Hannibal RisingMarch 26, 2012 - 3:12am
Heh, imagine S&M themed starbucks where the baristas scream at you and throw coffee in your face. The more complex your order, the more you get 'punished' for it. That has potential.
Boone Spaulding
from Coldwater, Michigan, U.S.A. is reading Solarcide Presents: Nova ParadeMarch 26, 2012 - 11:28am
^ Ha! I got caught by an eight-year-old this weekend - I was doing a "happy dance/sassy neck" in my seat as I was drinking a Shamrock Shake. Just like a little kid, doing my ice cream dance....
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 26, 2012 - 2:40pm
Ok, I got a really embarrassing one and it's going to sound totally bat shit crazy, but I sleep with a light on. I don't mind being outside and in total darkness, but if I am inside a house I have to have a light on somewhere.
I lived in a really, really old house and there were some things I saw and heard when I was a kid that really freaked me out. So there.
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 26, 2012 - 3:04pm
Haha, I could be in the middle of the mountains, with noting, pitch black and be fine....but sleeping in a house....yeah. Also, SHUT UP Boone! LOL, ya know, I haven't finished reviewing your story, but I think the words, "appalling failure" might appear at regular intervals.
Boone Spaulding
from Coldwater, Michigan, U.S.A. is reading Solarcide Presents: Nova ParadeMarch 26, 2012 - 3:08pm
HA! Get this: I never learned to drive a stick-shift. I've only parked them, never went through the gears on the road. I don't "know" how to drive a stick-shift. Someday...
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 26, 2012 - 3:11pm
Serious!? If you're going to learn, I would suggest a flat area, popping the clutch on a hill with people behind...not fun. Everything I have owned or driven has been clutch...you get the hang of it, it's easy.
Boone Spaulding
from Coldwater, Michigan, U.S.A. is reading Solarcide Presents: Nova ParadeMarch 26, 2012 - 3:17pm
So I figured, but what do I know? Never did it.
(I've crossed the U.S.A. three times [Indiana to Albuquerque; Indiana to Flagstaff; Indiana to San Diego] and drove an average of 500 miles a week for 10 years. All automatic, no manual...)
Matt Attack
from Richmond, Va. is reading As I Lay Dying, William FaulknerMarch 26, 2012 - 3:23pm
(I've crossed the U.S.A. three times"
<---Jealous.
If you can get the hang of easing off in 1st without popping it then you'll be fine. You can normally feel the engine tell you when to shift. It'll grind up, at that point, you just push in the clutch, shift and then done. Or, downshift if you're slowing down.
Then it is just a matter of feeling the rhythm to it and knowing when to shift and brake.
It takes a little bit to get the hang of it. I had a tractor almost flip on me when I popped it's clutch, I was hanging on to the steering wheel for dear life, about to jump, so don't learn on those. LOL
Not so much? LOL
@Matt Attack
So when 'Caprica 6' is helping your 'friend' with 'Leveling the Barbarian', does she scream Starbuck's name or 'Stay on target'?
Ha! I'll have to ask her! For some reason she's been bringing up stuff like that a lot lately so I am sure she'll let me know....all I know is, it's ruined the show for me.....nothin but the rain
@Matt Attack
This means that's she's sizing you up, nugget. Get your frakkin' ass in gear.
Haha, It could be a shit test, but....yeah, no....not gonna happen as far as I'm concerned. It is entertaining though.
Side note: I also enjoy the BSG terminology passed off in normal conversation. Nice touch. You are a delight sir.
Alright, got a new one.
I have been filling out applications for apartments for when I move. I just had to check my birth certificate, because apparently I have been spelling my middle name wrong.....for years and years.....
I have a wiener dog that was raised by 5 cats, he's loveable like a dog, but mimics cats.
Best of both worlds. I believe in the dogs not liking people thing too. My dog is nice to everyone, but he once just randomly bit a douche bag in the face and I personally haven't ever met a dog that didn't like me.
Take Danny for instance.
When I started working for the college I had to get my son's birth certificate for his benefits. I never bothered to get an official one when he was born, so I had to order it. When it came, under his gender they had hi listed as female. It was a big deal. I had to get a notarized letter stating that my son was a boy. I kept a copy of the wrong one to show him when he gets older.
@AD, you take feminism to all new level. Haha
"@AD, you take feminism to all new heights. LOL"
...I don't know what you mean.
Yeah, I changed it...then got bored with the joke.
I still don't get it.
Yeah, I don't feel like explaining it.
Haha, Matt.
Kitts, did you ever apply in Chicago?
Not yet, I'm honestly not certain I'll be going. I want to that's for sure.
I should see if ComCast has anything around here.
I'll email what we got, and good to know you got the joke. Hahaha
I don't get what Laurance's joke had to do with Avery but it seems everything does. I think avery is like the Pamela Anderson of litreactor, you know except she's smart and not a whore.
We gots jokes.
Ok, I got a new one. Literally happened minutes ago.
So, I IMed someone. We had to talk about something last night, but she got company. I tell her about some things really personal that we've been talking about it (family, my transfer ect). She doesn't respond, I call her a pet name (sweet ass)....start teasing her about something even more personal (not going into too many details)
She then IMs me back.
"Matt, I am teaching a class, you're on the projector. lol"
"Well....this is awkward. Hi class."
"Yes it is. I'll text you later. Haha"
Sigh.....to live and die at Comcast. I am going to crawl into a hole now.
Gotta love technology. Enabling people to create awkward situations from anywhere in the world to anyone.
On birth certificates: My family changed my name and didn't bother to tell anyone. The school system didn't care, so for the majority of my life, I went under an assumed name. Most of the time, it's not an issue. But for certain things like getting married or getting a passport, etc., I have to prove I am who I say I am since my birth certificate and my ID don't match. To make things better, since the mess with 9/11 I can't get a copy of my own birth certificate (because the names don't match). I have to ask my mom to do it.
So despite the fact that I have almost twenty years of documentation, taxes, work history, background checks, fingerprints, dental records, etc. I need a note from my mother to prove I am who I say I am.
Well played, al-Qaida. Well played.
Dude, OMFG my face is red and I never blush.
@Danny - I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm going with uncomfortable.
My first day of teaching at this college (very first day, very first class), I was wearing a dress with buttons in the front. Few minutes into the class, an embarrassed girl tells me, "miss, your dress is unbuttoned." My not so small boobs (of course, in their bra) were on full display. Do you think I cared? Not really. Two days before, I had just moved to Texas and within those 2 days I had to buy car, rent an apartment, unpack a million boxes, had two hysterical cats I had brought on the plane who were peeing in the apartment, and I had 4 hours of sleep previous to that class. So I just turned around and buttoned the damn dress and shrugged the whole thing off.
Also: I got my license at 35! (so yes, I'm older than that).
Right on!
By the way, I'd name it Starbuck. And the other one Baltar. (I'm going to the store right now to get two)
Sometimes I get into arguments with people on topics I don't know anything about, and when they prove I'm wrong I keep arguing anyway, just so I can outlast them and 'win'.
@Arkadia - so you troll?
I still take rejections from women and publishers personal.
I get butt hurt about rejections every once and awhile. Just remember this. A wise man in college told me to remember this (after being rejected by a sorority girl) in between hits from the beer bong.
Last night I discovered something about myself: I cannot participate in "angry sex" and laugh uproariously at the same time. What happens when I do so? I get an EXTREMELY painful charlie horse in my left buttock.
(I think I'd rather be stabbed in the buttock than to get another one of those charlie horses - it definitely was a game changer and an End To Fun...)
(Why laugh uproariously during "angry sex"? A half-full cup of lukewarm coffee lept off the headboard and landed on my head, baptizing me in Mocha Java...)
Good story Boone better than a cup of coffee first thing in the morning.
What's disturbing: I kinda like coffee in my eyes now. Will I begin my mornings with a jump-start now, by administering coffee via eyedroppers?
Well definitely original. I've heard of coffee enemas but never coffee eye drops. I wonder if that'd work like visine. No occifer my eyes aren't bloodshot just stained yellow from years of coffee abuse.
Heh, imagine S&M themed starbucks where the baristas scream at you and throw coffee in your face. The more complex your order, the more you get 'punished' for it. That has potential.
^ Like.
Is the rough draft of that story done?
@Boone - What you are doing posting about writing on here, you'll throw us all off.
Laughable but serious admission of the day:
Just got caught "dancing" in my chair by my supervisor. I never even heard him coming...
^ Ha! I got caught by an eight-year-old this weekend - I was doing a "happy dance/sassy neck" in my seat as I was drinking a Shamrock Shake. Just like a little kid, doing my ice cream dance....
(how wide were your eyes when you got caught?!?)
Better question, how red were my cheeks? Ha! Yeah, not my most professional moment.
But I feel better just knowing I'm not alone. What can I say, it was a good song.
Wait, whoa, what was the song?
...If you're wondering if I want you to, I want you to.
Seriously. If you have three minutes, watch that video some time. It's cute. Also, shut up. I like it.
<---secretly snickering.
Ok, I got a really embarrassing one and it's going to sound totally bat shit crazy, but I sleep with a light on. I don't mind being outside and in total darkness, but if I am inside a house I have to have a light on somewhere.
I lived in a really, really old house and there were some things I saw and heard when I was a kid that really freaked me out. So there.
^ Brave.....
Haha, I could be in the middle of the mountains, with noting, pitch black and be fine....but sleeping in a house....yeah. Also, SHUT UP Boone! LOL, ya know, I haven't finished reviewing your story, but I think the words, "appalling failure" might appear at regular intervals.
HA! Get this: I never learned to drive a stick-shift. I've only parked them, never went through the gears on the road. I don't "know" how to drive a stick-shift. Someday...
Serious!? If you're going to learn, I would suggest a flat area, popping the clutch on a hill with people behind...not fun. Everything I have owned or driven has been clutch...you get the hang of it, it's easy.
So I figured, but what do I know? Never did it.
(I've crossed the U.S.A. three times [Indiana to Albuquerque; Indiana to Flagstaff; Indiana to San Diego] and drove an average of 500 miles a week for 10 years. All automatic, no manual...)
<---Jealous.
If you can get the hang of easing off in 1st without popping it then you'll be fine. You can normally feel the engine tell you when to shift. It'll grind up, at that point, you just push in the clutch, shift and then done. Or, downshift if you're slowing down.
Then it is just a matter of feeling the rhythm to it and knowing when to shift and brake.
It takes a little bit to get the hang of it. I had a tractor almost flip on me when I popped it's clutch, I was hanging on to the steering wheel for dear life, about to jump, so don't learn on those. LOL