…using the words “you need” when asking me to do something will not get you the intended result. Or any result at all. Unless the request is “You need to step over here in order to keep from Godzilla from stepping on you” or “You need to get in this line if you want an Everlasting Strawberry Orgasm Doughnut. That line is for getting radioactive scorpion enemas.”
Just so we’re clear.
This morning, I saw two ducks raping another duck.
I have no idea what kind of sign that is, but it can’t be good.
UPDATE: Apparently, it’s a sign that someone will put toast on your windshield.
Really. I went out to my car to go to lunch, and someone put a slice of buttered toast on my windshield.
Oh, and the NoHo Sanamluang has ka nom pa kard on the menu, but they don’t serve it any more.
Next time, I’m saving the duck.
Super Dimensional Century Orguss. Its theme song is a perfectly wrapped bundle of awesome.
It also fills me with a sense of wonderful dread as to what we’re gonna find in Yokohama this summer.
…but at least I didn’t puke. I also didn’t finish the third lap of the road race, but that’s what I get for signing up in the wrong category. Next year, Canyons! I will conquer you!
…is this letter from Michael Bishop, not videos from Cho Seung-Hui.
