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23:49Food tip:
Further down the street
85, 90, 95, 1. I am rolling pennies into rolls of 100, transforming them from garbage into currency. I have 6 rolls processed now, and I justran out of paper tubes. No end of pennies in sight yet. I switch to quarters, they baffle me with their size.
I always feel exhausted and terrified after talking someone into doing something. Realizing that you can change the way someone thinks just by saying the appropriate things makes me careful with capacity of speech. Paranoid-careful. Hopefully I'll forget about it again and go back to saying callous shit, because I'll blow a gasket soon otherwise.
One thing of nickels, one thing of quarters, one thing of dimes, six things of pennies. I seriously underestimated how much change I had stored. Next gutter punk that asks me if I have change, I'm going to have to ask him how much he needs.
"Hey, can you spare some change?"
Yes, I can. How much do you need?
"Well, how much do you have?"
Pretend that I have effectively infinite change. How much do you need?
"Uhh...five bucks would be nice"
(andr00 hands Gutter Punk a hundred nickels) Nickels!
I remember in the arcades, the games which you would deposit quarters into one at a time, trying to knock quarters off a ledge and into a bin, where you would pick them up and try to knock more quarters off into a bin, where you would get them... The lure of the game was a pile of quarters about as big as the one in front of me. About 40 or 50 bucks.
Ed and I discussing loneliness tonight:
(I): Are you alone because you actually hate everyone?
(Ed): "Well, not really. It's just that no one measures up to my standards."
So you think your standards are too-
"My standards are too high, yeah. I'm picky."
Well, what kind of standards are those? You know, 'Not irritating to be around' is pretty good.
"Yeah, it's a good start."
Memory dump!
"I guess I could try calling her. Saying something like 'hey let's get coffee or something... I'm not hitting on you or anything...'"
Yuh. Heck, go ahead with "I am hitting on you, but don't worry about it." I mean, really...
The blind lead the blind because all the people that can see are wayyyyyy too busy seeing things. Oo!
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched, unless the boss asks for status reports.
Fred doesn't realize that he is narcing on himself.
Get out of my way, or I'll pee right through ya.
The more it goes (tiddley pom)
I am the fattest thin man in the world
You're going hell bent for leather!
Lord Ksung goes to find another keg
You're in a maze of twisty passages, all alike.
Why did the chicken cross the road? SAIMIN!
A yubba yubba!
Professor fun! Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow! (gasp)
Wait! Don't shoot! They're waggling!
Tweak tweak. heh heh heh heh.
It's too heavy to lift.
TONGUE of the FATMAN.
okay okay forget it.
I AM SINISTAR. --Sinistar