Jun. 17th, 2003
You know a week of Sundays?
Jun. 17th, 2003 11:03 amI need a week of Saturdays. (Except an actual week of Saturdays, not just the seven Saturdays following Easter.) Want... Mage... want... Vampire... want... Jason to be home...
Tomorrow is course-sign-up day! Hurrah!
Stupid Psych 291 being freaking first thing in the morning... grumble, grumble, grumble...
I am so very, very tired. Blah. But, I got to drive to work today! :D So only 40 minutes on the road instead of an hour. Sweet. Sweeeeeeeeeeet.
And now, to sleep. I mean work. Work at sleep.
Tomorrow is course-sign-up day! Hurrah!
Stupid Psych 291 being freaking first thing in the morning... grumble, grumble, grumble...
I am so very, very tired. Blah. But, I got to drive to work today! :D So only 40 minutes on the road instead of an hour. Sweet. Sweeeeeeeeeeet.
And now, to sleep. I mean work. Work at sleep.
http://www.tzimisce.net/humor/clanpolitics.php <- Hadn't seen that one before, but it is funny, particularly the last bit.
Ventrue: The Sabbat shall have the ability... to corrupt from all clans. And every clan shall have its anti-tribe.
Malk: Anti-tribe? A bacterial soap?
Ventrue: A mirror image of its set sect, allowing it the freedom to become either Sabbat OR Camarilla.
Malk: Ahh. I see. A free spirit among the clans may choose to divert from the set course, and delve into either the darkness or light if you will, thus choosing his own alignment, and not the social stereotypes set upon him by clan title.
(Crickets)
Ventrue: Why... yes. Th-that... is exactly right. *shakes his head* Any further questions? Yes, Malkav? And may I add, I could come to enjoy your new lucidity.
Malk: Do you have any duct tape? See you have to wrap the gerbil in duct tape so it doesn't explode when you f-- *is silenced by Ventrue's hand covering his mouth*
Tzimisce: The other shoe ALWAYS drops.
Ventrue: *sighs* Children. I'm surrounded by children. Meeting adjourned.
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So very, very amused.
Two hours and counting!
Ventrue: The Sabbat shall have the ability... to corrupt from all clans. And every clan shall have its anti-tribe.
Malk: Anti-tribe? A bacterial soap?
Ventrue: A mirror image of its set sect, allowing it the freedom to become either Sabbat OR Camarilla.
Malk: Ahh. I see. A free spirit among the clans may choose to divert from the set course, and delve into either the darkness or light if you will, thus choosing his own alignment, and not the social stereotypes set upon him by clan title.
(Crickets)
Ventrue: Why... yes. Th-that... is exactly right. *shakes his head* Any further questions? Yes, Malkav? And may I add, I could come to enjoy your new lucidity.
Malk: Do you have any duct tape? See you have to wrap the gerbil in duct tape so it doesn't explode when you f-- *is silenced by Ventrue's hand covering his mouth*
Tzimisce: The other shoe ALWAYS drops.
Ventrue: *sighs* Children. I'm surrounded by children. Meeting adjourned.
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So very, very amused.
Two hours and counting!
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Jun. 17th, 2003 08:53 pmAmber: Okay, now Ace is helping. THAT'S IT!!
Amber: *wails*
Alex: Okay, I have no useful strategies for beating off Ace.
Amber: heh. Just Pat, eh? ;)
Amber: Wonder if that's the sort of service you could stand to make a profit off of....
Alex: Okay, that just went straight to the gutter in my mind.
Alex: Twice.
((For clarification, I meant "beating off" as in smacking them both with a large lead pipe.))
Amber: People confuse me sometimes. ^^;;
Alex: Move to Brampton! I am not confusing at all! ^_^
Amber: Oh, suuuuuure! like YOU'RE sane, psychology girl!
Alex: Hey, I'm trying to switch to English... English is sane... ;)
Amber: Oh yeah, RIGHT!
Amber: You spoken with Pat recently?!
Alex: XD That's a function of Pat being Pat, not Pat being an English major.
Alex: I hope.
Amber: Guess we'll soon find out, eh? ;)
Amber: *wails*
Alex: Okay, I have no useful strategies for beating off Ace.
Amber: heh. Just Pat, eh? ;)
Amber: Wonder if that's the sort of service you could stand to make a profit off of....
Alex: Okay, that just went straight to the gutter in my mind.
Alex: Twice.
((For clarification, I meant "beating off" as in smacking them both with a large lead pipe.))
Amber: People confuse me sometimes. ^^;;
Alex: Move to Brampton! I am not confusing at all! ^_^
Amber: Oh, suuuuuure! like YOU'RE sane, psychology girl!
Alex: Hey, I'm trying to switch to English... English is sane... ;)
Amber: Oh yeah, RIGHT!
Amber: You spoken with Pat recently?!
Alex: XD That's a function of Pat being Pat, not Pat being an English major.
Alex: I hope.
Amber: Guess we'll soon find out, eh? ;)