I’m back on the internet! At about four million times my old speed. Let the downloading begin… Er, um… I mean, if I had anything I wanted to download. Well, doesn’t that just figure.

tupping: transitive verb : to copulate with (a ewe).

Interesting.

Funny. And true. I am going to pee my pants…

Goddamn X10’s Amazing XCam2 Wireless Camera! Goddamn it! I won’t link to it, because I’m sure you’ve been to the site. Goddamn.

And here, just for the hell of it (and because my sister thought it would be a good idea) is a picture of Dave Thomas, Founder of Wendys, on a stick:

Here you go, picture of me and…. well…. it hasn’t got a name. But, here:

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Jay the Juiceman is the coolest. Ben, you’d better recognize the Power of Juicing.

I just had to link those. Again. I might also link to his picture on Am I Annoying or Not? because it’s got things straight:
“He is the scariest person in this solar system.
He may be an extra terrestrial.”

My sister says I’m odd because I just finished adding two 1/4 lb. bags of rubberbands to my rubberband ball (which now has a five inch diameter, I guess I’ll take a pic later). And yet she is the one walking around the house with a cutout cartoon of Dave Thomas on a stick saying “Dave Thomas, Founder of Wendy’s says not to be so rude.” I’m concerned about that girl’s sanity.

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I am now unemployed, thank God/Eris/Bob. I’ve never read much about Tim Horton, but I think he’s the Devil/Greyface/a pinkboy.
Now… two days left to pack up everything I own. Um.

…it’s happening again.

wait.

and then do it some more.

Some answers:

Honey dijon chicken sandwich, with same large-coke-no-ice, two double-chocolate cookies.
The seat NEXT to the seat where he usually sits. NOT the other corner like I’d expect.

*yawn*

My new favourite band: Skellator. Er. Or not!

Anyway, here’s a story. A couple of days ago, a guy came into Timmy’s. And he had a dime stuck in his chest hair. Just sitting all snug in there like a baby bird in a nest. And that is the most interesting thing that’s happened to me in a while.

And that, my friends, is sad.

There is a guy who comes in every day and orders the chili in a breadbowl deal. He substitutes the medium coffee for a large coke (with no ice) and the donut for two cookies. Costs him about $6.52, I believe.

And what I want to know is this.
He always sits in the same spot. The quietest corner of the smoking room (it’s nice in there, it’s air-conditioned) and reads. Sometimes for several hours.
If somebody was already sitting there, what would he do?
And what if we ran out of chili?
And what is he reading that makes him want to stick around Tim Hortons so long?
Cause I sure as hell wouldn’t.
Or is it just the fact that I’m working that makes it seem like forever.

The small double-double ($1.05) and three plain old-fashioned Timbits for his dog (free) guy is moving to Vancouver. He won’t be back in the store anymore after next week. And neither will I. And that… is… excellent!