This week's no good for us.

Yeah, no, this week’s not good.

Come back next week.

No, I’m telling you, this week’s no good. We’ve got the thing tomorrow morning and then a haircut on Wednesday. Thursday’s a maybe but we’ve got book club that night and we haven’t even cracked the book. Friday’s no good because Galactica starts up again.

You come back next week.

No. No. Next week.

Next week.

If it’ll make you feel better, you can talk about what your week looks like in the comments.

…

NO. NEXT WEEK.

Ya big malook.

76 thoughts on “This week's no good for us.”

  1. RE: Comment 45.

    That is true. All that caffeine, carbohydrates, transfat, and non-dairy creamer could make the voices irritable and restless. Then they’ll keep you up all night trying to install RedHat on an old Performa.

  2. Dodger’s. Duck Dodger’s. Of the 24th and a half century, and with a license to kill.

    Oooh, and 52! Oh wait… crap! That means I have a full deck, doesn’t it? There goes my excuse for work…

  3. R# Comment #45 and #51

    Thanks for the info. That explains why I have these weird dreams about dancing around defunct Performas ala 2001: Space Odyssey. I know next time to do lo-cal and decaf. See how that works.

    I have heard that Pabst Blue Ribbon has been shown to make the voices sing Ubuntu in doo-wop. Then again, I think I will stick with the bickering and the arguing

  5. Oh no. What have you done. I’ll have an earworm of Ubuntu sung to the tune of “River of Dreams” all night now. The voices won’t shut up until I stab them repeatedly with Q-Tips and truck keys, either.

    It’s all because of the demon chicken. John come back. Bring Pabst Blue Ribbon.

  6. Young Moltzie,
    Would like it to be known that Baseball is played this side of the pond. Last mention in the papers was of two guys, now in jail, who played baseball with a live Turkey.
    They also play in Crawley. My favourite memory is of a catcher, if that’s the correct name, squatting down in what he imagined was, and probably is, the authentic position. The pitcher threw a bad one, which bounced off the ground into his goolies. Even if you could guarantee this happening every ball?, I’d still prefer cricket.

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  8. I know why CARS is off this week Jobs admits that Apple has perfected Time Travel. This was pointed out at TheRegister but the original article is from the Washington Post.

    “Jobs was aware “in a few instances” that unnamed company executives had gone back in time to cherry-pick dates when stock prices were low to increase the likelihood that employees would turn greater profits. But Jobs did not “receive or otherwise benefit from these grants,” the Cupertino, Calif., company said in a statement after the markets closed.” (from http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/10/04/AR2006100401376.html)

  9. Oh great. Steve Jobs has figured out time travel, and my wife is in swearing at her shirt sleeves for getting in the way. The next thing you know I’ll be paying some website so I can get streaming audio from a local radio station. That would be absurd.

    Geez.

  10. No help desk? I’m stuck in Raskin Reality and can’t seem to find my way out. I need the help desk.

  11. I am also in a bar, but I’m drinking half-liters of Hoegaarden for just over a buck. It’s a bit more than I would usually pay for a beer, but it’s possibly the last day this year that it’ll be warm enough to drink outside. Hoegaarden is a good warm-afternoon beer. Man, do I live in a civilized country.

  12. Now that I’m officially on holiday (sounds so much better than vacation), I plan to start with some fine ale then move on to red wine. It’s still warm enough out for grilling, and the festivities begin when I light the charcoal about 4PM, my time.

    Details:
    No lighter fluid–chimney starter only! (the paper the meat was wrapped in is enough to get the charcoal going)
    Chunk mesquite, baby!
    Kettle grill (helps keep the smoke in)
    Spicy pork sausage instead of burgers!

    The only trick is to pace the drinking (gotta keep an eye on things). I don’t want to set the world on fire!

    Cheers!

  19. I left a thingy in the catacombs. so I gotta go back and get it.

    tomorrow I have other thingies to do.

  20. A whole week off and we haven’t even hit 100 posts yet?

    Get on it, people! Only about 12 hours left!

    (Unless Moltz decides to take “Columbus Day” off, too. Man, what a BS holiday that is.)

  21. Good lord, is it only Tuesday? (Fuck, not even that in the US)

    At least I got 71teeth, that at least makes me feel a little bit special.

  22. 71teeth, now there’s a non sequiter for the kids at home. We are, of course, meaning 71teenth right here.

    In all honesty, 71 teeth does leave a better mental image

  25. I heard a rumor that Johnny ran off with a demon chicken for doughnuts and PBR. He failed to send a chain letter to 17.26 people, so the voices in his head had a big meeting and voted him off the island.

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