my brain just threw up a little…

March 25, 2013

so a long time ago…

Filed under: commentary,Daily Crazies,Engrish,random crazies — Sol @ 10:30 pm

So a long time ago I started working with this one company (no name to protect the innocent, and NO it was not my current employer).
And I was tasked with something menial. This chap, ex-jock, ex-navy, ex-happy plumber-ish kinda twat, right, he was working within my earshot but not in my sight. So he started humming this at first, and then piped up louder. I knew the song. Ofcourse I knew the song, I heard it 100,000 times. Except he only remembered the chorus, and his memory was failing, because, you see, this blond fuck was actually singing “Hey JEW” instead of “Hey Jude.”
I have mixed feelings about this. Anger being the main ingredient in this mix. I know that as a fellow human I should offer CPR if i come upon this fellow in a cardiac arrest. But my memory of CPR techniques might just karmically fail. Just like his memory did, back in 95.

so here is this, proper:

January 15, 2013

Borderlands 2 easter Hamlet made of egg

January 2, 2013

cute

Sometimes people end their comments with “Just my 2cp” (my two copper pence).
I just came across an alternate end comment which made me chuckle.

“Just my 2.57 Kazakhstan Tenge worth…”

December 9, 2012

stolen from friend’s post

Word of the day: “Shagittarius”

October 29, 2012

from an earlier conversation with a friend

“it’s ok, I will always look fatter than herpier”

October 25, 2012

act 3 scene 1

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

 

September 21, 2012

hostage taker?

“this life im livn rite now i dnt want anymore ive lost everything and i aint gettn it back instead of walkn around all broke …”

 

FB post of this guy from Pittsburgh,PA…  you know, the guy who randomly walked into some office, took hostages, and failed to justify doing so.

I have heard this interesting opinion once, about human cognition being based on language. There must be a connection somewhere there. **shrug**

August 17, 2012

International Apostrophe day, ya’ll!

April 4, 2012

qotd

Filed under: Daily Crazies,Engrish,immortalized (™),lawls,QOTD — Sol @ 10:04 am

“RayBanWearingDictatorstan”

stolen from an online travel guide

April 1, 2012

you cannot just make this up

Filed under: Engrish,immortalized (™),QOTD,random crazies — Sol @ 12:25 am

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