Becker gave me a handful of candy at work, per usual. Among them, Sour Warheads, which I'm not big on. I passed them on to Ken, who unwrapped an apple one.

Ken: Wait... what's that?
Me: Hrm?
Ken: There's something in the middle of this. *points to something that looks like a piece of paper inside*
Me: !! It's a PRIZE! QUICK! SUCK IT OFF!
Ken: o.o
Me: Wait, no! ... -.-
Ken: *pats my shoulder* You're gonna be okay, Jay.
Me: The things I'll do for prizes. :(

When I get too little sleep, I get the strangest ideas. Like an egg in a hot dog. I present to you... eggdog.

It was part of Jared's mad scientist costume; glowsticks poured into an Orangina bottle. It was so hard to stop playing with it.

It's kinda NSFW.



It won first place in the costume contest at Gator's Pub. It probably helped that I danced along in costume when a woman sang Flashdance.

Me: Know what would be fun?
Me: Getting one of those beercan helmets, but replace the beer cans with bottles of Jagermeister.
Me: Must try this.
Sarah: D:
Sarah: HOSPITAL. You will need one!
Me: Nah, I'd be fine.
Aslynn: you sir
Aslynn: would be what they call
Aslynn: cruisin for a bruisin
Me: OR! Rig a helmet with a variety of bottles, with a ton of different straws.
Sarah: NO.
Me: So I can mix and match and experiment to create new drinks.
Sarah: NO.
Me: Strap that on my head, give me a notepad, and I'll do it in the NAME OF SCIENCE!
Sarah: BAD GRIZZLY.
Sarah: BAD DRUNKEN GRIZZLY.
Sarah: AA FOR U.
Aslynn: expiramental drinking isn't the sign of an alcoholic!
Aslynn: it's the in a rut, 40 in a paper bag
Aslynn: out of the back of your hatchback drinking
Aslynn: that needs an intervention
Aslynn: if there are FORMULAS involved
Aslynn: and scientific notation?
Aslynn: fuck, that belongs on the discovery channel.
Me: Drinking in the back of a hatchback sounds kind of fun, though. Especially if there's good music involved.
Aslynn: typically if i'm in the back of a hatchback, I'm not where i want to be
Aslynn: generally speaking.

Every morning that isn't raining, a swarm of pigeons park up on the lampposts in the parking lot to sun themselves. This particular Saturday, they were flying about, so I grabbed shot. I also took a couple of pictures of the sky because the clouds looked pretty neat.

( Full size and sky shots under cut. )

Me: For no reason at all, around a mouthful of grilled cheese, I just burst into Weezer's Buddy Holly.
Me: It was like I HAD to.
Sarah: That would be your neurons misfiring.
Sarah: Happens to me all the time.
Me: Ahh. Right. Okay, then. :)
Me: (oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore)
Sarah: I don't care what they say bout us anyway.
Sarah: I don't care about that.
Me: *dances*
Sarah: ...what does it say about me that I think that song would make a really fun "Grease" fanvid?
Me: *shrug* They're dressed in the attire, so would make sense.
Me: ...
Me: Why did MY mind just jump to a Fonz/Travolta slashy fanfic? ...
Me: I need sleep.
Sarah: LOL EW.
Sarah: Oh my.
Sarah: nonononononononNONONONONO

Me: My pickles are touching my egg. I don't know how this makes me feel.
Aslynn: like a dirty dirty girl. *raises glass of wine* CHEERS!
Chris: are you talking about food or your cock? because i spent about 30 seconds figuring out if pickles was cock or balls

Last night, while at Wal-Mart, sporting the tarp hat and trenchcoat, Jared and I were casually shopping and talking about a guy from work. Suddenly, this girl about 16 years old runs up, taps me on the shoulder, and blurts out "Guess what! I'm going to Chattanooga!!" I glance over my shoulder, and she has a wild grin on her face. "Cool," I reply. I mean, what the Hell am I supposed to say? Jared and I walk on as if nothing happened, and I hear behind me the older folk that she was with, mocking my reply sarcastically and walking away.

So I'm curious; anyone recognize that as some obscure reference? Or was she really just batshit nutty?

Proving that I have some of the coolest LJ friends ever, daddygod (and possibly others; there was speak of a collection going for the cause, but I'm not sure if this was a solo job or a group effort) got me a Real Deal Brazil hat, the kind that Tallahassee wears in Zombieland. This hat is awesome. It's made from recycled tarps. Jared and I went out to eat in Worcester, and it certainly got some attention.

To daddygod; I tip this very cool hat to you, sir.

I grabbed Jared's gardening shears for a bonus Zombieland reference.

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