What did clean linen smell like before the invention of ‘Clean Linen’ scented fabric softener?

Because whatever it smelled like… Presumably like some other kind of fabric softener… Wouldn’t that logically mean that this new ‘Clean Linen’ scented fabric softener would have to smell exactly like the scent of fabric softener that people used to use when cleaning their linen before the invention of ‘Clean Linen’ scented fabric softener?

Or have I made an incorrect assumption somewhere here?*

Don’t people have any new ideas anymore? Everything is a remake these days. Apparently even fabric softener scents…

_{* I do, of course, realize that fabric softener scents don’t follow any sort of logical rules. If they did, ‘Spring Rain’, ‘Mountain Spring’, ‘Surf’ and ‘Morning Dew’ would all smell exactly the same. Like nothing. Like water.}

I just drank my 12th beer. Hooray for that. What’s up? I’ll fix this site up all nice and spiffy eventually, but apparently Jesus doesn’t want me to have a computer of my own. So screw him. Yeah. Screw you, Jesus. Right on your unbirthday and everything. Not that you care, because if you ever fucking existed, you’re fucking dead now. Oh well. I’m 2000 years too late. Pity. Anyway, if a sack of dead bones can grant wishes, I wish you’d grant my wish for a brand new Sony computationing machine. Thanks, Christ baby. Love ‘ya. Eternal salvation would be nice, too, even if there’s nothing really very explicit about that in that plagiarized book they call the bible. And then again, eternity might be a little too much for my preferences, anyway. Maybe you could kill me after a thousand years or so. But whatever blessings you chooseto bestow upon me, despite the fact that you are dead etc., and unable to do anything at all (since you aren’t divine, since even if you did exist, the Christian God most certainly did not, at least not in any form described by that damned contradictory book everyone is so obsessed with, prove that you were), I promise to reject figs and all their bretheren forever more, since I know how anti-fig you are. Hopefully non-existence won’t have any particular bearance on your granting of blessings. Thanks. Also: more chocolate; good. Yes yes yes.

Pfff. If Jesus weren’t dead, I’d kill him myself. Blasphemer. Or something. Um. But that beard…. sexy. So maybe I’d let him live afteralll.

Christianity is stupid. Communism is good. Give up. Shop as usual. And avoid panicked buying.

Nothing in particular to say. Nobody will probably be looking here for a while, anyhoo. Just doing this for the sake of eventually working on a layout.

So all I’m going to say right now is…

The word “troop” refers to more than one goddamn soldier.

Look it up.

It’s a fucking plural. Idiots. Well. A singluar noun referring to a PLURAL GROUP OF GODDAMN SOLDIERS. Not just one. Many. Grrr. Grrrrrrr. Grr.

If you’re going to say that 13 troops died today, and you mean that 13 soldiers died, you should probably preemptively bump that number up to 14 in preparation for my vengeance. At least stick an extra two letters in there. If you were at least to say “troopers”, I would be placated. Kind of.

Why are people stupid?

Why do I read newspapers, other than to make myself angry?

Imperial State Power in America

Creepiest stamp ever?

[ Via Virulent Memes, via The Null Device, via Leviathan, via The Homepage of J. Orlin Grabbe. Etc… I enjoy tracing these things back… ]

Scary “Ed McMahon propaganda commercials for the Department of Justice” = here

Scary neighbourhood watch website = here

Scary Citizen Corps website = here

Guh?

Added about 25 links to the sidebar… Might want to look in the graveyard if you want to see all the junk that held my interest for more than 10 seconds today. Most of it is “The History of…” nonsense.

Perhaps soon I’ll start up another proper weblog. You know… with links and stuff. Pity that I accidentally deleted Coca-Coma from Blogger. Er, well… It still exists. But there is no one with permission to access the posts, since I accidentally deleted mine. See, I was listed twice on the “team”, and thought mistakenly that I could delete just one of me… Um, no. Haven’t been able to get anyone at Blogger to help me out. Ho hum. Wouldn’t bother me so much if I had archives of it anywhere other that the defunct h14me.yi.org site. The main page of it still exists at http://sdf.lonestar.org/~candice/coca-coma/, though.

Searching for other places on the ‘Net that I could possibly have uploaded it, I found all sorts of links to the old site that I had never known about, and ones that I had forgotten about. Pretty interesting. Really. I’m serious… Or not. Check it out anyway. Or not.

i think that each of the next few days in turn will have their shot at being the worst day ever

just got back from the bus station

worst

day

ever

This must be Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.