Tipping |12:48 PM|
I might tip too much. Portal says that Miss Manners says that she knew this guy that exploded when he ate pop rocks and coke cola. Wait, ignore that. Portal says that Miss Manners says it's rude for counter workers to ask for tips, as they are not waiters and get full wages. Waiters/Waitresses are paid at a different, lower rate as tips are expected.
Well, dammit, I feel as though I should directly reward people for not spitting in my food or giving me small pox.
Also, when I was given a free movie at I Love Video, I called back to say "Thanks". While it seems strange to do, it apparently made that clerk's night a whole lot better. I was thanked more for thanking them.
Oh, what a good boy am I.
I dreamed that my friend Vorpal was dead, but I could see and talk to him. Our friend Rockstar Casey and I were the only ones who could. This led to problems when we'd be talking in a restaurant and the waitress would look at Casey and me like we were nuts. Vorpal would bitch about us driving his car, but it's not like he could even open doors anymore. All he could do was bitch and and kind of move stuff a little. Generally we walked and drove around town discussing what this meant, and wondering if we were crazy, Vorpal most of all.
Images I am now posting |12:48 AM|
Speaks for itself: Oppenheimer is fascinating.
This is me asleep in an Airport in Jersey. I had just finished getting everyone to the airport, had been the only one awake enough to drive, and had just found out I was stranded. I was damned sleepy, and VERY skinny. This was also the same time I was first noticed to be sleeping with my eyes open. I still want a picture of that.
This one is not work safe. Tasha I have no idea where this image came from. I remember keeping it around to show to a lesbian friend of mine, but I don't have any clue where I got it.
Time Gum |3:57 PM|
I dreamed of time travel without a machine. The interface was ridiculous, and it was more like commuting instead of tourism. People moved freely back and forth through time, and even got caught up in scams, real estate deals and work camps independent of the passage of time. Met up with a machine that preferred to travel backwards in time.
I had taken to simply moving backwards at the same rate of time as one would go forwards, so that's how I stumbled across this device. It was disguised as a vending machine, its outward design changing to meet the times (Candy or cigarettes, what have you). It did not understand gambling as a way to make money, but was fascinated by the practice, and would often throw away huge sums of cash. It was making money through some method, I don't know how. (Probably selling its contents).
The way you travelled in time (at least for me, other folks had different methods) involved a chewing gum. Seriously. I don't have any idea what that means.
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