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Post by Lissa on Apr 15, 2004 21:32:51 GMT -5
Oh yeah.
"Due to time restraints, certain calculations were not able to be performed."
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Post by DocD83 on Apr 15, 2004 21:43:42 GMT -5
At least those guys knew how to play it up for laughs.
I'm not sure if that quote would fly since the calculation would take all of five minutes once we found the data. We just didn't want to bother with ductile to brittle transitions.
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Post by Ms. Jellybean on Apr 16, 2004 15:12:44 GMT -5
So many funny things happen daily around here, but most of them you have to see to believe.
*My friend and I doing a coordinated William Hung dance to a song in band.
*Me, acting like a psychopath at Quiz Bowl practice and then answering a question about a mental institution.
*A game at church, where two girls sat in two chairs with a blanket stretched over the chairs, so it looks like three. A guy walks in, doing a male-supermodel strut, sit down in the "middle chair", and... the two girls stand up. Priceless. Fabio was thwarted. (He has Fabio-like hair, but much better.)
*Painting the youth room at church. One wall was magenta, the next light blue, the third yellow... and the fourth red. Never mind.
Anyway, funnier things happen...
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Post by pfrsue on Apr 16, 2004 17:37:39 GMT -5
Yesterday I found out that I placed in the top three of a rather prestigious (in this state) writing contest. I'm supposed to attend their Spring conference to discover which place I actually won. (And I get to read my entry... yadda yadda yadda...)
Anyway, aside from certificates and trophies, first place wins $50, second is $30, third is $20. However if I understand correctly, it's going to cost me $45 to attend the conference, plus $18 for lunch, plus maybe $10 in gas to get there and back. So, best case scenario is that I only end up about $23 in the hole! Woohoo!!! ;D
Keeping my day job? You bet!
Sue
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Post by Head Mutant on Apr 16, 2004 17:52:02 GMT -5
Congrats Sue!
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Post by pfrsue on Apr 16, 2004 19:12:38 GMT -5
Oh gawrsh, thanks.  I'm wondering, if I enter a national contest and do okay, will I have to get a second mortgage? |
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Post by DocD83 on Apr 17, 2004 14:52:51 GMT -5
Some guys were playing beer pong in my apartment last night. Our table wasn't long enough so we set up chairs to mark off the throwing lines. They're regular dining room chairs with the slats in the back. Anyway, one throw sailed right over the cups, hit the chair seat, bounced up and off one of the slats, arced up and plunked right into one of the forward cups.
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Post by Hucklebubba on Apr 21, 2004 2:10:11 GMT -5
My Mom: (Reading the newspaper.) "Hmm. 'Restaurant to offer adult Happy Meals.'"
Me: "Please, tell me they mean "adult" in the context of "not a child," as opposed to, say, "steamy adult entertainment."
(P.S. I'm catching up, Doc.)
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Post by DocD83 on Apr 21, 2004 7:28:24 GMT -5
I could think of some interesting toys to go with the adult happy meals.
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Post by Nostradamus' LiveJournal on Apr 21, 2004 12:26:06 GMT -5
Wednesday, 21 April 2004My Mood: Depressed  I would probably be listening to: Linkin Park - CrawlingHad another dream last night. Something about a torture wheel, a frenzied crowd, and guessing 'A Popular Word or Phrase'. I didn't really understand it; it sounds more like something Torequemada and his little clique of bullies would be into. Those guys are jerks. At school today they started pushing around this girl in my Religious Education class, Joan, calling her a heretic and a witch. She was pretty upset. I think she went off to cry in the bathroom, while Torquey and his friends drew devil horns on her locker in magic marker. I think everyone in class wouldn't mind seeing them get their asses kicked, but I think they're all afraid they'll get picked on next.  It looks like that cute girl Antionette is going to the Spring ball with Julius Scaliger I wish I would have asked her out. I don't think she knows who am I though  I wrote a poem about how I feel to try and make me feel better. It's not very good, I dont think. Sitting alone at night in secret study;
it is placed on the brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness and
makes successful that which should not be believed in vain.Pretty stupid, huh? My best friend Christine (OMG *hugs*) says its pretty good, but she's always saying stuff like that to make me feel better. I wish Linkin Park were around now instead of 500 years in the stupid future. I predicted pretty much all of their first album in a dream last month, and I try and remember as much of it as I can when I'm feeling down like this. I even tried to write out some of the music and find someone to play it, but it didn't sound the same. 14th Century France sucks. Most of the rest of the class are going off travelling over the summer as well; everyone was talking about where they're gonna go. I have to stay in stupid school though if I want to be a doctor. I wish my parents would understand that I need to just do my own thing for a little while like everyone else in my class. Instead I have to do stuff with leeches all summer. Its not fair I'm gonna go try to remember some more Linkin Park songs. Maybe that will make me feel better. - Nos
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Post by Ms. Jellybean on Apr 21, 2004 15:02:28 GMT -5
Why does Nostradamus have a LiveJournal? That kinda defeats the purpose of misinterpreting his texts...
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Post by DocD83 on Apr 21, 2004 15:16:33 GMT -5
You could always misinterperet what he says when he talks about things that are 700 years in the future.
What's RE class?
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Post by Nostradamus' LiveJournal on Apr 21, 2004 15:26:40 GMT -5
Wednesday, 21 April 2004My Mood: Really Depressed I would probably be listening to: Linkin Park - In The EndI hate being misunderstood. Its hard enough being 17 years old in 14th Century France, you know. No-one 'gets' what I'm about. I saw some of the guys from class this evening, talking about their summer trips. I tried to help them out a little by suggesting they maybe get a ship and sail West across the Atlantic till they hit something. Would they listen? They just accused me of trying to get them to sail off the edge of the world! Then they started pushing me around, and calling me 'Nostra-DAME', because they know I hate that.  I was just trying to help them out, you know I wish I could live in the future. I'd go and see Linkin Park live every day. They understand my pain, even if no-one else does. I just wish someone would be my friend I'm so tired of rejection. I'm going to go cry into my pillow for a while. - Nos
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Post by puggyd on Apr 21, 2004 16:24:59 GMT -5
I'm in a comp lit class and we're currently reading some boring novel about lesbian Russian ballerinas who get stuck in Puerto Rico in 1917 due to the fact that Russia collapsed while they were out on tour so their passports don't work anymore. Not nearly as interesting as it sounds. Excerpts from today's discussion:
Prof: Some see dancing as spiritual and beautiful, but some see it as the exact opposite, as something base and sinful.
Me: Like in "Footloose"!
*later*
Prof: Some of the dancers in the troupe certainly prostituted themselves on the side, for security and protection.
Me: Like Johnny in "Dirty Dancing"! Him and that sleazy card shark's wife!
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Post by DarthToad on Apr 21, 2004 22:10:52 GMT -5
Nostradamus's live journal.
I think i've seen everything. That's just great.
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