So Comcast has begun throttling Bittorrent seeds. Not only that, but they are severely fucking me over in terms of service, and very well may be intentionally degrading my signal to nigh-useless extents with their "priority" system.
Now if only there were another provider available.
They call themselves PUAs. Themselves. They came up with that shit.
How do you ever trust any advice from someone who calls himself a PUA? I could be a virgin, and I'll say "no thanks, pick-up artist." Yeah, I'll italicize that last bit when I say it, too.
I had toffee flavored tea once. It was black, looseleaf tea that was flavored with toffee... It was like sipping ambrosia. I savored every drop. I cannot find this tea again, I simply cannot.
While you're in China you should totally watch the propaganda channel, if they show it everywhere and not just in hotels. It was awesome. The hour or so I watched was about a Chinese guy, full of Chinese education going to the west, taking a college class and then getting into a fight with a college professor about whether chemical reactions are relevant in a calculation of wind resistance. The Chinese guy said yes, by the way.
It was awesome.
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I'm disappointed it doesn't involve horoscopes. I mean, why not go for every pop-culture pick up cliche in the book. Why stop there? That's what I want to know.
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I totally dropped some knowledge all over the animal cruelty thread, everyone should read it. I mean it. There's knowledge everywhere.
Actually, I really think you should because it debunks a popular media myth about Knut.
Chapter 1) Adventures in Having no Fucking Sense of Direction
Chapter 2) Finally find the club. Bartender thinks I'm with one of the bands because I am dressed nice but darkish.
Chapter 3) Passable music, probably emo, hard to tell due to mumbling. But oh hey a punky kind of girl gets some people moving at least.
Chapter 4) I stand up, everyone moves to the other side of the stage or gets behind me. Crazy peoples.
Chapter 5) Break for air. Punky kind of girl, on her way out, notices me looking at posters. Asks a question or two about what I'm looking at while making sure her side is touching mine. I, of course, being a goddamn loser, do not take the hint, and she is soon walking off again with her friend before I could get the guts to introduce myself.
Chapter 6) The last band is Nerd Core. Singing about Dragons and sometimes war, but war where you go and run away to the woods. Cannot determine my opinion of the whole thing, but hey the keyboard player was kinda cute.
Chapter 7) More Adventures in Having no Fucking Sense of Direction. I am fucking Ryoga, apparently. GPS was invented for me.
Chapter 8) Finally get home. AND THERE ARE NO GODDAMN PARKING SPOTS. :x
Moral of the story: Reality is on so much drugs.
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Did she have pink hair?
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Nah. She had that kind of frizzy hair with brown and blond.
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Could you whip up a police sketch of her so we know how much to rip on you for not realising that she was trying to engage you in conversation? (not that I'd worry, I've done the same thing so very many times that it has stopped being funny. I always tend to realise about an hour an a half later).
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Well the last one -did- first cuddle with me when she had a hangover.... and the one before that tried to get me to give her alcohol. She wouldn't mind drinking some wine if it's what the family does indeed.
I need to find a bar that's next to a medical school.
Before I started reading these forums, I had not come across anyone who thought about the imminent "Zombie Apocalypse". Now, I have seen it repeatedly. Is this a regional thing, or just an Internets thing?
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I do, truly, but I like a wide variety. Unfortunately, there are no tea shops in the area so I have to settle for bagged tea.
Now if only there were another provider available.
Now... if only I was in a band...
And the best way to pick up people in bands is to be David Bowie.
I swear to god this sounds like Smash Brothers or some other video game.
How do you ever trust any advice from someone who calls himself a PUA? I could be a virgin, and I'll say "no thanks, pick-up artist." Yeah, I'll italicize that last bit when I say it, too.
Is it terrible that I find this hilarious?
The only tea, which is proper tea, is straight black tea. No extra flavours. That's how a man drinks his tea.
Bags are not the relevant factor here, it's herbal tea! The thing of communards!
Green tea with kiwi fru-
Wait a minute, I can tell you're trying to trap me.
Black tea. BLACK TEA ONLY!
I don't know, at the moment we only have Lipton black in the house.
I had toffee flavored tea once. It was black, looseleaf tea that was flavored with toffee... It was like sipping ambrosia. I savored every drop. I cannot find this tea again, I simply cannot.
Trailer for avatar season 3. Spoilers abound for avatar noobs, beware!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPuVrMdG0qY&mode=related&search=
No. It is not.
Have you noticed the alt-text? A lot of people miss it, and I think it really adds to the comic.
Man, I would totally bang Zuko, hideous scar or not.
I enjoy Twinnings Earl Grey and Irish Breakfast teas. Maybe I'm being pretentious, but I really can't stand anything else (in terms of black tea).
It's for wusses.
Exactly. And Communists. See above joke.
While you're in China you should totally watch the propaganda channel, if they show it everywhere and not just in hotels. It was awesome. The hour or so I watched was about a Chinese guy, full of Chinese education going to the west, taking a college class and then getting into a fight with a college professor about whether chemical reactions are relevant in a calculation of wind resistance. The Chinese guy said yes, by the way.
It was awesome.
I'm disappointed it doesn't involve horoscopes. I mean, why not go for every pop-culture pick up cliche in the book. Why stop there? That's what I want to know.
Actually, I really think you should because it debunks a popular media myth about Knut.
There shall be tea in the morning.
Where did they come from?
Chapter 1) Adventures in Having no Fucking Sense of Direction
Chapter 2) Finally find the club. Bartender thinks I'm with one of the bands because I am dressed nice but darkish.
Chapter 3) Passable music, probably emo, hard to tell due to mumbling. But oh hey a punky kind of girl gets some people moving at least.
Chapter 4) I stand up, everyone moves to the other side of the stage or gets behind me. Crazy peoples.
Chapter 5) Break for air. Punky kind of girl, on her way out, notices me looking at posters. Asks a question or two about what I'm looking at while making sure her side is touching mine. I, of course, being a goddamn loser, do not take the hint, and she is soon walking off again with her friend before I could get the guts to introduce myself.
Chapter 6) The last band is Nerd Core. Singing about Dragons and sometimes war, but war where you go and run away to the woods. Cannot determine my opinion of the whole thing, but hey the keyboard player was kinda cute.
Chapter 7) More Adventures in Having no Fucking Sense of Direction. I am fucking Ryoga, apparently. GPS was invented for me.
Chapter 8) Finally get home. AND THERE ARE NO GODDAMN PARKING SPOTS. :x
Moral of the story: Reality is on so much drugs.
Mostly I'm upset for seeming rude to a nice person.
She didn't look my type, anyways. I'm sort of addicted to the bony med students I've been dating so far. They are evil but I like it.
I need to find a bar that's next to a medical school.
Night all.