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So, the town where I live has a bit of a...rough edge to it. It's like the 9th or 10th most violent city in the United States (of our size? I don't know, anyway, people were up in arms about it) - we're like the Detroit of mid-sized cities, I guess. Anyway, there's also a pretty serious lack of quality education. The fact that I can construct a sentence at all has more to do with my parents' insisting I grow up something of an intellectual snob than what I learned in school.

Anyway, so Mr. Timelord and I are going to go as a mad scientist (me!) and her fiendish creation for Halloween this year. I wanted an Erlenmeyer flask, and can't find a place in town that would have something like that. So I called this one local party store that has the best Halloween room in town. Bearing in mind the entire store is staffed by a bunch of snooty women - they've been around for decades, and no teenager has ever worked in this store. I think you actually have to be an uptight old broad who looks like they have a lot of money to even apply to work there. This is pointed out just so you know I wasn't talking to some young kid who didn't know any better.

Here was our conversation:

Me - Hi, I'm looking for an Erlenmeyer flask, like a mad scientist would have in their lab.
Clerk - Huh?
Me - Oh, sorry. It's kind of an odd shaped glass container. Sort of like a bottle, but wide at the bottom. Like they use in a lab.
Clerk - No, we don't have no glass bottle thing.

Now, as some of you know I am a grammar nut. I nearly burst into flames. Just had to share. Today's adventure: find an Erlenmeyer flask. Given the intellectual atmosphere of this town, it will probably end up being a road trip.
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My brother and I text back and forth a lot, making each other laugh. We were talking about McDonalds today (I have such an INSANE craving for a Big Mac right now it's ridiculous). He can't eat them because of the seeds on the bun. I told him you can order one with all bun bottoms, or without meat, or any way you want it. 

His text response to this: Witchcraft!

My response to him: Time Lord.


:D :D :D :D

(he didn't get it, but I'm still grinnin')
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Per a conversation with [livejournal.com profile] who_in_whoville, just wanted to post some love to my flist. This is what LJ feels like to me. :)
**Particularly the moment at 2:20 and after**


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Maybe it was in the delivery, but I made Mr. T laugh so hard when I told him this joke he almost fell down a little flight of steps. (there's that lurking sadist again). Total geeky joke, but I hope it makes ya smile:

I want to write a quiz, and on that quiz have a question about washed up Eighties pop stars with at least five options for the correct answer, so that I can say E equals MC Hammer.

*rimshot*
Athankyou, I'll be here all week!

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