Major Ice Storm Hits Texas but My Nose Stopped Running
I've been asking myself this question all week. I have two emptied cardboard toilet paper tubes to prove it.
Which is worse?: an ice storm that shuts down the entire city, nay, most of the US, actually, as I understand--but dammit this is TEXAS WTF?!...
nevermind.
I take the side tangent. No, global warming isn't happening. The Bush Administration says it isn't. Who cares what the rest of the world and Al Gore think? It'd be ludicrous to go against a single thing the President says.
Oh, wait, the other half of the question: ice storm? Or pollen, and the ensuing never-ending snot volcano that comes with it?
I hafta say, those few days of freeze were the longest relief from my nose constantly itching I've had in years. I just went through two whole rolls of toilet paper in 24 hours trying to keep up with the snot.
Why does snot keep coming? I mean, at some point, why don't you just dehydrate and die or run outta snot cells or something? Do they really dish out more snot cells than brain cells at birth?
That'd explain a lot. I mean A LOT.
[Oops. Poor Joey just suffered a wheelie chair running over his foot whilst I attempted to retrieve a new tissue.]
I guess I'll never know.
But on the topic of ice storms in Austin (and thanks to TXSharon for this forward):
Funniest thing I've seen all year! Especially since this is probably the Drunk Driving Capitol of the USA, my goddess, this made my day. :)
You realize none of these count until I get to V, right?
You are guilty until proven innocent. Though innocent until proven guilty.
Either way, priests, priestesses, popes: let us all turn NE (from here, the epicenter of all that is Erisian), to the Mecca that is all, the Pentagon, and pray:
PLFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!
Because there is no Truth, and no False. Only an imaginery grid on which to place "facts" like a chess game--or better yet Go--and if you cannot think four moves ahead, fuck you.
Of course, the four moves are not logical; so it's more like 256 moves to plan. If you're into planning. And if you plan all 256, we need to have a private conversation. I encourage you to cross out the ones that lead to failure, and move on. Kick dust at that shit. Or at least spit.
Ironically, though iron hath no weight here, 256 is also the number of photo levels, from black to white, normally achieveable by any camera, which is "Fact". At least without a backbend.
But I sincerely hope by this point, you don't follow the numbers. They don't exist.
00005: Don't believe anything you read; not even this.
What pricetag do you put on your worth? Your dignity? Your life?... ..... .. . . . .......................*
Why are you actually trying to answer that question? Which one did you try to answer? Was it suggestion alone that made you try it?
Live. As you are. ATTENTION!
Ignore me. You are wise to do so (and if so, you just got that joke). I am nothing to you, and should not matter.
Live. As you are. ATTENTION!
Look at yourself in a mirror right now. Like it? No, question isn't what anyone else thinks--what do YOU THINK? Do you think? Can you think? Still like it?
I commence this to the Goddess who will thankfully judge you right now.
"Rhythm and farkle", indeed.
As Randoma the Elder Though Younger stated, "We are the Wild Cards; they don't know we're coming."
