Pssst. I think I spotted a terrorist.

Boo on stupid people yelling things out the car window. Somehow, having comments made to me by people sitting on their stoops is way better. I think I'll miss that, in Seattle.

20th high school reunion (the first one she'd attended), when she ran into a guy she had been friendly with (but not really friends) back in school. She went up to him and said hi, and right at the beginning of the conversation he said, "Well, you were fat in school then and you're still fat now."

Obviously, she needed to be Jared the Subway Guy. Who was at my ten year reunion. Looking quite thin.

When I was in high-school I had a car with a PA speaker under the hood.

That is SO COOL! Jealous.

I am so death to america tired

That one actually sounds kinda cool. Kinda makes sense.

I work with a very pleasant guy.

I just thought I'd mention it. Next time you see me kvetching about one co-worker or another, say "But ita! You work with that pleasant guy!"

Maybe it will help.

Because lolcat nonsense still haven't gotten boring to me: Lolthulhu.

ARGH.

My cable box once again mysteriously turned itself off last night, causing the poor ignorant Tivo to record 4 hours of black instead of Damages, Eureka, House, TDS and Colbert. And now I have nothing to watch tonight until prime time starts.

t kicks Cablevision

And now off to read the LOLthulhus.

A coworker heard the following about a field trip from another teacher at another school and I knew the Buffistas needed to hear this:

The teacher took a group of 3rd or 4th graders to the local zoo. About 30 minutes before leaving, they noticed a little boy was missing. They looked all over the zoo for him and could not find him. Finally, he walked up and was soaking wet from head to toe.

The teacher asked where he had been and what happened to him. The boy would not answer. He was asked repeatedly and refused to say a word. They finally got on the bus to come back to school. On the bus ride home, the parent chaperones continued to ask the boy where he had been and what happened that he was wet. The boy continued his silence.

When they got back to school, the teacher called the boy's parents and told them what happened and that he wouldn't say what happened. They came and got him and took him home and continued to question the boy. He still refused to answer. The parents, frustrated, finally said that if the boy wouldn't answer them, he was grounded and to go up to his room. He took off running to his room.

A few minutes later, the parents heard some strange noises coming from the boy's room. They went in and found their precious son playing with.... a penguin!!!

He had jumped into the penguin exhibit, swam across and stolen a penguin. He put the penguin in his backpack and carried it home with him.

The parents called the zoo who sent out a zookeeper to retrieve the penguin.

Can you imagine?? I keep picturing billytea with a penguin-filled backpack.

People better stop being mean to Sophia or I'm going to fly to upstate New York and go all crazyfucker on their heads. Hmph.

He had jumped into the penguin exhibit, swam across and stolen a penguin. He put the penguin in his backpack and carried it home with him.

Holy crap!

Question: is it actually oz-bergers and not ass-bergers??

It's not -pergers? What are we talking about?

Okay, me for home.

Oh, who can tell the difference between p and b?? Yes, I did mean Asperger's.