IndieQueen
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I'm a geek. That's all you need to know, but I've got a few hundred characters left. I love music and reading. I play an online game and I love shows like Mythbusters. I'm outspoken, vocal and passionate. Translation: I'm a bitch.
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Location: Pittsburgh or there abouts
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"What we have here is failure to communicate....."
Posted 3/29/2007 10:22:23 AM
Not so much failure to communicate as failure to understand slang expressions, I suppose. I'm from the US, my fiance is from the UK. He still lives there, I still live here. That goes miles in explaining my constant state of sexual frustration. It also goes miles in explaining why we sometimes confuse the holy hell out of each other when we talk. I had no idea that the word fanny is vulgar to people in England. Apparently, what means ass over here means and entirely different body part over there. If I ever go there, I'm keeping my mouth shut. I'm convinced I'll ask someone to pass the sugar and end up telling them their mother is a whore by accident. He thinks I'm being silly.
The other night, we were talking about the names of different camps in World of Warcraft. They usually have names like "Camp of 1,000 deaths" or "Camp of shoving your head up your ass." Ok, so I made that last one up. The camp names aren't normally pleasant, but neither are the creatures who live there. I said that if I wandered in to the cave of fluffy bunnies and found a huge fucking dragon who lights me up and shoves his tail up my ass, I'm writing a letter to somebody. None of this false sense of security shit for me. If a dragon is likely to peg me with his tail, I want that in the title somewhere. You know, so I can go to a vendor and buy some lube first. Nothing like being prepared. He said he thought there should be a camp daisy chain. Then, he spent a full two minutes wondering why I was laughing so hard I couldn't explain. He kept saying "What's so funny about daisy chains?" which of course just made me laugh harder. I finally managed to compose myself long enough to tell him what the phrase means here. His response was what I expected, "Then there really needs to be a camp daisy chain." I said I really have no desire to see orcs and trolls at camp daisy chain. Night elves and blood elves ok, but nothing with horns, tusks, tails or fur. We agreed on that one. Of course, this is really creepy considering he plays a Tauren as his main and I play an elf. Tauren look like cows. Elves look like hot porno chicks. So, there we are flirting and blowing kisses at eachother in game. I'm sure people think we're a bit off.
That story is way more entertaining than when I tried to explain to him what a hoodrat is. I need an English to English dictionary, I swear. Urban dictionary seems to help, but it's off sometimes. Wow, I thought I'd be more entertaining today. Maybe I should just log in tomorrow and make balloon animals for fun. Which reminds me, I once knew a guy who could make balloon genitals. They were pretty impressive.
Posted 3/29/2007 10:22:23 AM
Not so much failure to communicate as failure to understand slang expressions, I suppose. I'm from the US, my fiance is from the UK. He still lives there, I still live here. That goes miles in explaining my constant state of sexual frustration. It also goes miles in explaining why we sometimes confuse the holy hell out of each other when we talk. I had no idea that the word fanny is vulgar to people in England. Apparently, what means ass over here means and entirely different body part over there. If I ever go there, I'm keeping my mouth shut. I'm convinced I'll ask someone to pass the sugar and end up telling them their mother is a whore by accident. He thinks I'm being silly.
The other night, we were talking about the names of different camps in World of Warcraft. They usually have names like "Camp of 1,000 deaths" or "Camp of shoving your head up your ass." Ok, so I made that last one up. The camp names aren't normally pleasant, but neither are the creatures who live there. I said that if I wandered in to the cave of fluffy bunnies and found a huge fucking dragon who lights me up and shoves his tail up my ass, I'm writing a letter to somebody. None of this false sense of security shit for me. If a dragon is likely to peg me with his tail, I want that in the title somewhere. You know, so I can go to a vendor and buy some lube first. Nothing like being prepared. He said he thought there should be a camp daisy chain. Then, he spent a full two minutes wondering why I was laughing so hard I couldn't explain. He kept saying "What's so funny about daisy chains?" which of course just made me laugh harder. I finally managed to compose myself long enough to tell him what the phrase means here. His response was what I expected, "Then there really needs to be a camp daisy chain." I said I really have no desire to see orcs and trolls at camp daisy chain. Night elves and blood elves ok, but nothing with horns, tusks, tails or fur. We agreed on that one. Of course, this is really creepy considering he plays a Tauren as his main and I play an elf. Tauren look like cows. Elves look like hot porno chicks. So, there we are flirting and blowing kisses at eachother in game. I'm sure people think we're a bit off.
That story is way more entertaining than when I tried to explain to him what a hoodrat is. I need an English to English dictionary, I swear. Urban dictionary seems to help, but it's off sometimes. Wow, I thought I'd be more entertaining today. Maybe I should just log in tomorrow and make balloon animals for fun. Which reminds me, I once knew a guy who could make balloon genitals. They were pretty impressive.
"I am so Smart, Smrt......."
Posted 3/28/2007 8:49:06 AM
Channeling Homer Simpson there. I have to brag about this one. I just transferred to a new college and I was pretty scared. Colleges have different requirements and different expectations, so I was nervous that my chronic overachiever status at my old school was just smoke and mirrors because they wanted my money. It sucks when a school is so money grubbing, they have you doubting your own intelligence. I just started my first serious class this past week. It's an intro to Sociology course and I'm loving it. Sociology has been one of my biggest interests for years. I had a project due this Thursday and I was my usual ball of nerves about getting it done on time and having it turn out right. I wrote it and submitted it yesterday thanks to the love of my life who let me use him as a guinea pig. Big trade off there, he gets to use me for something later and I doubt it'll be a Soc project. I told him that fluffy bunny suits were right out no matter what. He told me I'm either batshit crazy or more of a perv than he is.
So, he did his part of the assignment, I did mine. The damn thing was written and turned in and I tried not to think about it too much. My mood over the past few days has been much like the mood of a teenaged boy who just discovered his dad's stash of skin mags, so not thinking about it was easy. I got my grade last night. I didn't expect to have my grade last night, I wasn't expecting it until early next week, actually. I got a 100%. This is my first serious soc project, so I'm really happy. Since the project was a comparision of our core values, I'm happier still that we are pretty much the same as far as those go. He did mention that 24/7 sex in varying ways was not an option. Funny, considering Soc seems to be proccupied with sex in one form or another. If I can read a paragraph in that book without sex coming into the equation, I'm surprised. As if I don't have enough frustration built up in that department to last me and half the population of say Boise Idaho the rest of our lives. Gee, thanks Mr. Dr. of Sociology. Yes, it all comes back to sex recently. It happens, deal with it.
No free "you suck Indie" today. I will however, accept some "Hey,Indie, you rock." Come on, throw the girl a bone.
Posted 3/28/2007 8:49:06 AM
Channeling Homer Simpson there. I have to brag about this one. I just transferred to a new college and I was pretty scared. Colleges have different requirements and different expectations, so I was nervous that my chronic overachiever status at my old school was just smoke and mirrors because they wanted my money. It sucks when a school is so money grubbing, they have you doubting your own intelligence. I just started my first serious class this past week. It's an intro to Sociology course and I'm loving it. Sociology has been one of my biggest interests for years. I had a project due this Thursday and I was my usual ball of nerves about getting it done on time and having it turn out right. I wrote it and submitted it yesterday thanks to the love of my life who let me use him as a guinea pig. Big trade off there, he gets to use me for something later and I doubt it'll be a Soc project. I told him that fluffy bunny suits were right out no matter what. He told me I'm either batshit crazy or more of a perv than he is.
So, he did his part of the assignment, I did mine. The damn thing was written and turned in and I tried not to think about it too much. My mood over the past few days has been much like the mood of a teenaged boy who just discovered his dad's stash of skin mags, so not thinking about it was easy. I got my grade last night. I didn't expect to have my grade last night, I wasn't expecting it until early next week, actually. I got a 100%. This is my first serious soc project, so I'm really happy. Since the project was a comparision of our core values, I'm happier still that we are pretty much the same as far as those go. He did mention that 24/7 sex in varying ways was not an option. Funny, considering Soc seems to be proccupied with sex in one form or another. If I can read a paragraph in that book without sex coming into the equation, I'm surprised. As if I don't have enough frustration built up in that department to last me and half the population of say Boise Idaho the rest of our lives. Gee, thanks Mr. Dr. of Sociology. Yes, it all comes back to sex recently. It happens, deal with it.
No free "you suck Indie" today. I will however, accept some "Hey,Indie, you rock." Come on, throw the girl a bone.
The Weather
Posted 3/27/2007 8:42:54 AM
What else is there to talk about when you're bored off your ass and there's no conversation going on? Just the weather. Louis Black has some pretty hysterical comments on people who watch The Weather Channel obsessively. Give him a listen, he's great.
I was watching the news last night because I wasn't quite depressed enough and the news pretty much does the job. They were giving the temps for the day in my area. Every other city on the map was showing temps in the upper 70's, my area was showing 0. I know I live in some f'ed up void where things don't appear to happen, but it wasn't 0 here yesterday. I do have to wonder why the rest of the state gets weather and we don't. They just hate us is all.
Yeah, my weather conversation wasn't very stimulating. I'll give you that one. Hell, I'll even grant you one free "You suck, Indie" if you want it. I just didn't want to go off on my standard issue lack of sex and how it's doing my head in rant. That one be much more entertaining and full of so much profanity, you'd probably stop breathing after reading it. I'm trying to be careful not to come off of the uber-slut. I'm not. No, really, I'm not. I'm just frustrated beyond belief. The weather seemed like a good distraction. Ha! wrong. They use the word blow a lot in the weather. Damn them. Of course at this point, I could probably spin something innocent like cold front in to something overtly sexual.
Posted 3/27/2007 8:42:54 AM
What else is there to talk about when you're bored off your ass and there's no conversation going on? Just the weather. Louis Black has some pretty hysterical comments on people who watch The Weather Channel obsessively. Give him a listen, he's great.
I was watching the news last night because I wasn't quite depressed enough and the news pretty much does the job. They were giving the temps for the day in my area. Every other city on the map was showing temps in the upper 70's, my area was showing 0. I know I live in some f'ed up void where things don't appear to happen, but it wasn't 0 here yesterday. I do have to wonder why the rest of the state gets weather and we don't. They just hate us is all.
Yeah, my weather conversation wasn't very stimulating. I'll give you that one. Hell, I'll even grant you one free "You suck, Indie" if you want it. I just didn't want to go off on my standard issue lack of sex and how it's doing my head in rant. That one be much more entertaining and full of so much profanity, you'd probably stop breathing after reading it. I'm trying to be careful not to come off of the uber-slut. I'm not. No, really, I'm not. I'm just frustrated beyond belief. The weather seemed like a good distraction. Ha! wrong. They use the word blow a lot in the weather. Damn them. Of course at this point, I could probably spin something innocent like cold front in to something overtly sexual.
Drinkin' on the job
Posted 3/24/2007 9:36:51 PM
Where I work, we do sometimes drink on the job. You're probably thinking what the fuck, right? I work around high voltage electricity and the previously mentioned scary shit chemicals. These are not things you want to be around while drinking. But, the boss lets us have a few here and there. The other day, I was sitting in my office minding my own business when one of the shop guys comes in with a paper cup and a Mason jar. I should have known right then and there. He pours this stuff out of the jar and hands me the cup. I do a quick looksee out the office window to see if the rest of the staff has gone down all Jonestown, they haven't. So, I asked Mr. Mason Jar what is in the cup. He says peach moonshine. Yes, I said moonshine. I pondered for a minute. When will I ever have the chance to try moonshine again? It's been 31 years and this is the first time. When will I ever get the chance to drink moonshine on the job again? Most likely never. So, I tried it. Wasn't half bad. So, I felt pretty warm for around a half hour after and I had this sudden urge to play a washboard or maybe blow in a bottle. Other than that, it was ok. A few days later, a different guy comes strolling in with a bottle and a paper cup. This time, It's beer from Belgium. Hey, it can't be worse than the moonshine. Next week, we get Italian wine. The boss is in Italy and he always brings us back some home made wine. There are two things we're never short of at work, food and booze. Most people would probably kill for a job like that. Oh, and the guys have nekkid lady pics up all over the place. There's a hell of a combination for ya. Nekkid lady pics, booze, food, high voltage electricity and scary shit chemicals. It's a wonder we're all still breathing.
Posted 3/24/2007 9:36:51 PM
Where I work, we do sometimes drink on the job. You're probably thinking what the fuck, right? I work around high voltage electricity and the previously mentioned scary shit chemicals. These are not things you want to be around while drinking. But, the boss lets us have a few here and there. The other day, I was sitting in my office minding my own business when one of the shop guys comes in with a paper cup and a Mason jar. I should have known right then and there. He pours this stuff out of the jar and hands me the cup. I do a quick looksee out the office window to see if the rest of the staff has gone down all Jonestown, they haven't. So, I asked Mr. Mason Jar what is in the cup. He says peach moonshine. Yes, I said moonshine. I pondered for a minute. When will I ever have the chance to try moonshine again? It's been 31 years and this is the first time. When will I ever get the chance to drink moonshine on the job again? Most likely never. So, I tried it. Wasn't half bad. So, I felt pretty warm for around a half hour after and I had this sudden urge to play a washboard or maybe blow in a bottle. Other than that, it was ok. A few days later, a different guy comes strolling in with a bottle and a paper cup. This time, It's beer from Belgium. Hey, it can't be worse than the moonshine. Next week, we get Italian wine. The boss is in Italy and he always brings us back some home made wine. There are two things we're never short of at work, food and booze. Most people would probably kill for a job like that. Oh, and the guys have nekkid lady pics up all over the place. There's a hell of a combination for ya. Nekkid lady pics, booze, food, high voltage electricity and scary shit chemicals. It's a wonder we're all still breathing.
Drowning in a sea of spam
Posted 3/23/2007 9:32:16 AM
I just cleaned out my bulk mail folder. I really should read my spam more often. Sometimes, it's way more entertaining than the actual emails I get. Just today, I was offered a miracle product that will re-grow my hair. Hmmmm, my hair is to the middle of my back when it's straight. Nice try. Then, thee's so Mexican guy wanting to increase the size of my penis. I did a quick check in case something new popped up overnight and I'm happy to say I'm still lacking a penis. Someone else wants to sell me pills to increase my sperm. No penis=no sperm. Apparently, there are some horny housewives in my area who want to fuck me. Nice to know, my neighborhood isn't exactly the neighborhhod on Desperate Housewives. I wonder who they are. If it's that cute girl down the road, ok. If it's the lady in the mu-mu with the curlers in her hair all the time, no thanks. Oh, and I won the UK lottery four times. Fucking hell, I didn't even play. Some duded named Omar apparently had a wonderful time with me last night. It must not have been that good for me because I can't remember it or him. Some college girls want me to view their webcam. Thanks, but no. I'm sure you want my credit card number first and I'm not into paying to watch you shave your legs or brush your teeth or whatever. Hell, even if you're banging half the varsity basketball team, I'm not really interested.
Why is it that when I have pent up frustratins to spare, I get porn spam? Am I sending out some kind of beacon that porn spammers pick up on?
Posted 3/23/2007 9:32:16 AM
I just cleaned out my bulk mail folder. I really should read my spam more often. Sometimes, it's way more entertaining than the actual emails I get. Just today, I was offered a miracle product that will re-grow my hair. Hmmmm, my hair is to the middle of my back when it's straight. Nice try. Then, thee's so Mexican guy wanting to increase the size of my penis. I did a quick check in case something new popped up overnight and I'm happy to say I'm still lacking a penis. Someone else wants to sell me pills to increase my sperm. No penis=no sperm. Apparently, there are some horny housewives in my area who want to fuck me. Nice to know, my neighborhood isn't exactly the neighborhhod on Desperate Housewives. I wonder who they are. If it's that cute girl down the road, ok. If it's the lady in the mu-mu with the curlers in her hair all the time, no thanks. Oh, and I won the UK lottery four times. Fucking hell, I didn't even play. Some duded named Omar apparently had a wonderful time with me last night. It must not have been that good for me because I can't remember it or him. Some college girls want me to view their webcam. Thanks, but no. I'm sure you want my credit card number first and I'm not into paying to watch you shave your legs or brush your teeth or whatever. Hell, even if you're banging half the varsity basketball team, I'm not really interested.
Why is it that when I have pent up frustratins to spare, I get porn spam? Am I sending out some kind of beacon that porn spammers pick up on?
What The?
Posted 3/22/2007 11:26:34 AM
I work in a place where dangerous chemicals and high voltage electrical products are pretty much normal. It takes a lot to freak me out or make me wonder about my safety at work. Hell, I've seen rags burst into flames all Fire Starter like because some jackass didn't clean them, I've seen flash fires due to another jackass spraying solvent near an open flame, I've seen breakers blow with that cool blue smoke that tells you the thing is DOA. I've even come close to having a several ton forklift crash into my office. What I've never seen until today is a chemical that has a warning label the size of War and Peace on it. We got some kind of liquid tin stuff in today that pretty much kills you if you look at it long enough. The warnings say it causes breathing problems, birth defects, a plague of locusts, a curse on all of your first born, skin irritation, loss of sight, loss of hair, loss of limb, loss of pretty much everything. The good news is, it apparently only causes cancer in California. We're not located there, so at least we can check that one off the list. When the warnings take up most of the bottle, I pretty much know I don't want this shit hanging out in my office. In fact, I don't even think we were supposed to take it out of the box. I want to re-write the label so it just says "Some nasty shit will happen to you if you open this stuff."
That's been the highlight of my day. Yep, a bottle of stuff we ordered on purpose could kill me in my sleep and that's been the highlight. Why did I get out of bed this morning?
Posted 3/22/2007 11:26:34 AM
I work in a place where dangerous chemicals and high voltage electrical products are pretty much normal. It takes a lot to freak me out or make me wonder about my safety at work. Hell, I've seen rags burst into flames all Fire Starter like because some jackass didn't clean them, I've seen flash fires due to another jackass spraying solvent near an open flame, I've seen breakers blow with that cool blue smoke that tells you the thing is DOA. I've even come close to having a several ton forklift crash into my office. What I've never seen until today is a chemical that has a warning label the size of War and Peace on it. We got some kind of liquid tin stuff in today that pretty much kills you if you look at it long enough. The warnings say it causes breathing problems, birth defects, a plague of locusts, a curse on all of your first born, skin irritation, loss of sight, loss of hair, loss of limb, loss of pretty much everything. The good news is, it apparently only causes cancer in California. We're not located there, so at least we can check that one off the list. When the warnings take up most of the bottle, I pretty much know I don't want this shit hanging out in my office. In fact, I don't even think we were supposed to take it out of the box. I want to re-write the label so it just says "Some nasty shit will happen to you if you open this stuff."
That's been the highlight of my day. Yep, a bottle of stuff we ordered on purpose could kill me in my sleep and that's been the highlight. Why did I get out of bed this morning?
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