the vynsane asylum

anarky wrote: Also, she just found a penny on the ground in the parking lot. She was so excited, she made a point to show everyone and tell them about it. I am not kidding. I swear to you. As much as I honestly wish I could come up with shit this wacky, I am not making this up.

Super glue a nickel on the floor near her desk and see what happens. Make sure you video tape it and I want a cut of the cash you win on America's Stupid Home Videos.

I admire your self control. I would call this bitch on every ounce of bullshit that spewed from her big ole liar head mouth. But I guess that might shut her up, therefore putting an end to the only topic worth reading.

Holy shit, Slimmie - what's happenin'? Good to see your funny ass back around these parts.

jjreason wrote:Holy shit, Slimmie - what's happenin'? Good to see your funny ass back around these parts.

I've been here all along. It's just that none of the carp that has been going on 'round here has inspired me to waste my energy typing.

Oh, Mr. too good to join in on the fun. I say throw his ass in TNZ

Yeah, do it. That obviously works wonders. Did they ever fix that huge hole in the wall that you walked right through?

Slimmie wrote:

jjreason wrote:Holy shit, Slimmie - what's happenin'? Good to see your funny ass back around these parts.

I've been here all along. It's just that none of the carp that has been going on 'round here has inspired me to waste my energy typing.

are you kidding me? the architecture section is where it's at!

as if the carp that's going on 'round here is any different than the carp that always was going on 'round here...

Slimmie wrote:I've been here all along. It's just that none of the carp that has been going on 'round here has inspired me to waste my energy typing.

Are you telling me that you're not totally psyched by Mark Millar's "Secret Supreme Ultimate Civil War Crisis on Infinite vynsane.coms, uh, Clone Saga"???

Well, either way, it's almost over, and Spider-man's life will NEVER be the same!

But his costume will - as will his "secret" secret identity.

You're the master of getting everyone all excited about...... nothing, as it always turns out.

You're no Rob Liefeld, Joe Q.

I was sitting at a traffic light on the way home from work yesterday. One of those grey Mini Coopers passed me going the other direction. I swear the driver looked like the goon in Dell's and Stigtad's avatar wearing those little round eyeglasses.

Okay, first on the "Snigtad's Mom" front:

She's now also been a professional sailor and fisher(wo)man, been a vice president at two international banks, and is married to a defense contractor.

Oh, and in college, she did her thesis on JRR Tolkien. And yet, ten minutes later, let slip that she'd never read his work because it's "too dense."

On the other front, I think I work for Flornbi Inc.

I don't want to be too specific from here, but everything is done in a ridiculous manner. We're not allowed to talk at all, no personal calls, business calls kept to a minimum. No personal internet access permitted (as you can see, I know IT well enough to know that they don't have the capability to monitor that). We can listen to music only if we have a headphone in just one ear. Apparently, it's a safety hazard to have earphones in both. Honest to God, the policy states that it's so that no one is unable to hear the fire alarm and ends up dying in a fire. (Seriously, if I had both ears covered so tightly that I couldn't hear a siren, I'd hope that someone says, "Yo, the building's on fire.")

This insanity's all pretty recent, but it's been getting more Gestapo lately.

On Monday, I called in sick. I'd left a bit of work on my desk on Friday afternoon, not expecting to be out. I came in yesterday, and my boss had nothing better to do than to totally rearrange my desk, inbaskets, office supplies, even personal pictures. I mean, what the fuck?

I'm very glad that (though they won't know until next week) the stories will be drying up very, very soon. Because I didn't go to fucking college to be underpaid and treated like this.

anarky wrote:We're not allowed to talk at all, no personal calls, business calls kept to a minimum.

(Seriously, if I had both ears covered so tightly that I couldn't hear a siren, I'd hope that someone says, "Yo, the building's on fire.")

if you're not allowed to talk, how will they tell you the building's on fire? see? so the one-headphone rule remains in effect!

Yeah, you can tell by how many stories I'm able to post that no one enforces that one.

Here's another one: I just learned that brain fluids are used in manufacturing electronic components. Not sure how they get the brain fluids. I wonder whose brain sludge is in my computer?

Has anyone called this lady out on her utter Tom Foolery? If not then she needs to be singled out before you leave.

I should, should I not?

The latest, which is amusing but not hysterical: her son is "really good" at a videogame. He won worldwide contests playing it in the 1980s, so we're probably talking Atari, NES, maybe Sega.

What game?

"That game where you jump and shoot at bad guys."

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