If your eyes work then fucking use them.

So today I had 2 annoying customers. One was a lady that not only blocked my pathway to putting eggs on the shelf, but had to ask me why I was just standing around. I’ll give you a hint, it had to do with her fat ass not moving anywhere.

Second customer was this guy who looks like he’s in my age group, him and a friend of his (who looked stoned out of his mind) couldn’t understand our egg price wall (it lists what eggs we sell and what price they are), it’ll say things like “18 count” “JUMBO” “5 dozen” etc. I had no idea what point he was trying to make. But after about 3 minutes wasted on this dumbass I finally understood. He thought 18 packs came in ANY kind of egg. So he said “well say for example I want an 18 pack of jumbos. How would the fuck would I know which ones those were?” So I pointed to the eggs we DID have on the shelf, one being a 12 pack of jumbos and the other being an 18 pack of LARGE eggs. You can tell by READING THE FUCKING PACKAGING!!! There goes 3 minutes of my life that I’ll never get back…

>Of fishtanks and churches.

Yesterday a thread was started over at the MOUL forum by DreamingGirl:

http://mystonline.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=22447

To which Verylooney locked and gave a link to a discussion already in progress, about a fishtank… What does a fishtank have to do with Cyan’s church?

Nice to see verylooney is still an excellent moderator. Totally worth keeping on staff.

>I see my entertainment is back.

Couldn’t help but notice that Rear Admiral Neile Adams brought his blog back up. Interesting considering he said the following in one of his previous PM’s. Here’s the snip it:

BTW how many lurking aliases have you had dear? Mine was no secret I was about to try something with Uru and said the hell with it, it bores me.

And here’s further proof that certain people STILL can’t work that ol revolving door.

http://poznet.blogspot.com/

So here you are saying that you basically got bored with Uru. And then here you are starting your blog up again for what… the 3rd time now? Wow… You really can’t keep anything straight can you…

>Surreality

http://mystonline.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=17885&start=30

Wutt/Neile Adams/Admiral Vega/D’Neile/Wingnut Wutt/Everyone’s favorite ruby throated Southern American DoDo:

Thank You I taught her well.
“Read my Disk, There Iz no Uru Underground Shards”

Yes Neile you have taught me so much. They say you can learn much from bad examples. If there was a pictionary depicting epic fail, your picture would be right there, on the faaaar right side of the page.

I have put together a list of what Neile taught me NOT to do.

1. Never disrespect the following people: Friends who give you a place to play, friends who give you part of their webspace, friends who assemble care packages or to be more accurate don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

2. Never cross state borders to meet some hillbilly from second life I hardly even know.

3. Never play second life

4. Never drag my personal problems from RL/Second Life into an uninvolved community

5. Never tell people about what happened in bed with friend from SL unless the authorities are involved.

6. Never ask someone to not let personal problem person into shards that will let anyone in.

7. Never blame my own stupidity from RL on people whom I never met in person.

9. Never be a Drama Queen or a Pansy

10. Never allow myself to be an emotional parasite.

11. Never let myself be petty enough to group in a bunch of people who had nothing to do with arguments with other friends.

12. Did you even stop to notice that I didn’t add a #8? Didn’t think so…

13. Never hide under an alias that people already know about.

14. Don’t make imaginary assumptions about the sex life of someone else when they happen to know about yours.

15. Did I mention never be a drama queen? I did? Just checking!

16. Never send around strange religious emails/political emails to get attention. Just because you’re a failed abortion doesn’t mean you have to shove it down our throats.

I’m sure if Mr Neile Adams hangs around this community I’ll learn more and more Wutt not to do.

So ummm… Thanks for all you’ve taught me? I probably would have been better off not learning these things, but Wutt the heck. Turn lemons into lemonade.

>BROOKINGS RAGE!!!!

A nice lavender shower really relaxes the Overlord along with some nice Chocolate hazelnut tea. Yes! Chocolate Hazelnut tea!!! Good stuff.

And I came home tonight to steak, shrimp, scallops in pasta, salad, blue cheese dressing, and peppered corn. Good stuff to calm the Brookings rage I felt for awhile today while I was out doing work.

On another note I found an older picture of me from a few years ago. Before the red and brown hair dyes.

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I will always love that shade I was born with. Which is why I still keep some in my current head of hair, which pisses off old people or the anally retentive.

Attention Duelists!!! My hair pisses people off!

I call it my BS detector. If something like hair scares people or upsets them and not some sort of action that would normally provoke these feelings, then they don’t deserve my attention. Having hair that allows me to draw out the feelings of various people is almost like having some sort of super power. So these people just automatically assume that people who dress normal are normal, right? Sure… I see a lot of politicians on TV who dress normal… Democrats sleeping with other women and gay Republicans getting into trouble and expecting their fellow associates to fight their battles for them. Sure… They’re more normal than I am.

Jeez I’m making political references??? Obviously I need to go to bed…

>Readings

Some places give palm readings, tea leaf readings, tarot card readings and much more. I have a different service to offer to everyone!

I can give you the following for free:

Spaghetti readings

Cheerio bowl readings

Alphabet soup readings

Animal cracker readings

And if you would like I am selling tin foil hats. Act now and you’ll get a free pet rock absolutely free!

Come in today and you might be lucky enough to spot me with my tinfoil hat on with a bowl of sacred cheerios in my next attempt to channel the Cyantology frequency…