sometimes…just sometimes…i’m so fucking easy to please it’s downright scary!
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i’ve been wasting time“working diligently” amusing myself with this: actual IQ test
Apparently this is an IQ test given to job applicants in Japan:
The rules are:
- “Everybody has to cross the river”.
The following restrictions apply:
- Only 2 persons on the raft at a time
- The father can not stay with any of the daughters without their mother’s presence
- The mother can not stay with any of the sons without their father’s presence
- The thief (striped shirt) can not stay with any family member if the Policeman is not there
- Only the Father, the Mother and the Policeman know how to operate the raft
- To start click on the big blue circle on the right.
- To move the people click on them. To move the raft click on the pole on the opposite side of the river.
and if you leave the mother or father alone with kids they’re not supposed to be alone with…they beat them! how great is that?
oh those crazy japanese, what will they think of next?!?!
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fuck you so hard. as if i need you *consistently* keeping my giant ass from the gym? seriously, WTF!? ugh…so.pissed.off. who the fuck ships out “new” products and has them be about eleven different kinds of defective right out of the fucking box?! how in the fuck is that good customer service? it is a god damned fucking good thing there were two memory sticks sent ( “just in case,” techdude told me last week…just in case what, you’re fucking morons!?!?!), or i would be in one hell of a frothy rage right now. it’s bad enough when i’ve been fucking angry all day long (for reasons i don’t care to pinpoint right now) but it’s fucking infuriating when shit that’s supposed to be simple, lickety-split and easy is fucked up because of something someone else did (or sent)! if it’s my fuckup, fine… but when something else fucks up what i’m supposed to be doing…RAARRRRRRRRRRR! stupid dell motherfuckers. as if i don’t fuck up enough on my own. and now, well…it’s “fixed” (at least the computer is) but i’m well into a severe case of the mean reds as a result. and i think the only way to resolve this is re-arranging the schedule yet again and doin’ what i can to get up at 5 and try to get back some of the time i just lost. stupid, stupid motherfuckers.
fuck you, dell!
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seriously, it does.
the one redeeming factor of boston is the proximity & availability of a number of really kick-ass concerts & musical acts. the brief glimpse of spring that was just stolen away by cold, wet, icky muck is forgiven when you get to rock out on a fairly regular basis. my concert-going has doubled on itself since last august and i couldn’t be happier about that. i’m getting to the point where i can’t even keep track of all the shows i’ve gone to, and frankly, i rather enjoy that. even more so, i’ve been lucky enough to see some artists multiple times. and who doesn’t love multiples, really?
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with the way it seems everything is imploding on itself around me i haven’t been quite coherent lately. randomly passing out here & there, then insomnia leading to sleep madness…it hasn’t been pretty. i almost feel like it’s too much to handle at this point, but then again…i shouldn’t bitch. it’s not fair, but it’d be selfish. i’m already selfish enough as it is, i don’t think i can really afford anymore. and, since we’re only going on breakdown #537,842 i’m sure there are a few more looming on the horizon as well. here’s hoping i can manage to hold it together. and i don’t know what the entire problem is, except it’s like all of my thoughts are on a really static-y radio frequency with constant interferrence. or even worse, white noise. everything is getting washed out with a dull buzz and i almost want to just let it be…almost. laziness & fear, or something. probably laziness. but for the things that are really wrong, the things that are truly bothering me, worrying me, frightening me…i can’t quite bring myself to think about yet. because thinking about it gives credence, makes it real. dear god don’t let it be real… because i’m a pussy. because i don’t want to do this. because i don’t want this to happen. because i hate being helpless to do anything to make it better. because i can’t change it. because i want him to be ok. because i’m still a stupid little girl and i need him to be ok. because i feel like shit for crying over it (because i hate crying). because i’m weak and helpless when i need to be strong and supportive. and i’m just so god damned scared. and i’m supposed to just sit tight and go through my daily routine like i’ve always done. i’m supposed to go on living my life. for myself, for him, for everything. but really i just want to curl up in a ball and wish it all away. and i know i can’t, but i’m afraid i won’t be the person i’m supposed to be. i won’t be strong enough for my daddy, or my brother…or myself. i try to be, i pretend to try to be…but mine is the face of failure more often than not. (isn’t that the most self-indulgent, whiny bullshit ever?) and i really don’t i just don’t know how to handle it all. the ever-present catholic guilt makes me feel bad for having fun still, for being able to smile still when i should be doing something — anything — productive, helpful…something. and i’m lucky, really. i’m so god damned lucky. because i got the most of my daddy out of anybody. i still do. and because everything else in my life is “okay” for right now. i’m not a grown up yet, but i’m getting my shit in order, and that’s a big deal. i think? and because i have the best people around me, and they don’t hold it against me when i fall apart. even if they’re a few states away, or right next to me when it happens. and the special ones know, or i hope they know, i would be such a wreck without them. because i appreciate it, all of it, so very much. and i love you for always putting up with crazy 3 am text messages or sleep madness incoherency. i love that you have it too…and some day i’ll drag you up here. and then there’s just being here when i don’t know what i want or what i need or my right from my left; being here with the perfect silence where i don’t have to say anything. and for being willing to stay, even when i can’t figure it out for myself. and for being the best destraction and the funnest when we’re doing absolutely nothing at all, and just being the best boy. because i wouldn’t give that up or change it for the world…off the top of my head, you’re both the best. and i hope you both know it…because i never tend to get it out quite right. i always muck up something in the translation.
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one thing’s for certain:
i am definitely not bendy enough for this…but imagine if i was?
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tonight at pan 9:
PAN9 TONIGHT – APRIL FOOLS COMEDY SPECTACULAR – SATURDAY 4.1.06 at 8:30PM
Now point to the part of the doll where the clown touched you…
This April Fools’ Day Pan9 brings on the funny. Not funny ha-ha, funny like when your parents told you the divorce was your fault. Yeah, that kind of funny.Robby Roadsteamer: Hate Robby, Love Robby, at least he’s one of the few that still stir passion.
http://www.roadsteamer.comSteamy Bohemians: If the Smothers Brothers were chicks, and hot… and high.
http://www.steamybohemians.comCasey Dienel: Casey Dienel is the size of a thimble and eats blood oranges.
http://www.caseydienel.comEvan O’Television: Schizoid Multi-Media Show.
http://www.myspace.com/evanotv“The Fuzzly Wunchkins†by Darren Santa Maria: A cute cartoon gone horribly, horribly wrong.
Our Lady of the Inflamed Liver: Present the Depraved Pope Pageant for your Titillation and Disgust
Rouged Ape: Make Gorilla pretty for mommy.
http://www.myspace.com/clerelizabethAndy O’Flesh: Everything’s funnier when someone’s naked. Or is it just more disturbing?
Rod Webber: Unfortunately not naked but he’ll bring the awesome funny nonetheless
http://www.myspace.com/rodwebberHosted by Shane Webb: Dawn Wiener, except hot, cracked-out & hilarious.
http://www.myspace.com/shanewebb
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