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Um, the fuck?
(23:04:58) Anonymous Entity: are you too good a Thorn minion to take a quick 1-question quiz? (23:05:16) Lissa: Yeah, I can take it. (23:05:32) Anonymous Entity: Luke: Um, no he started it, you made it worse, and I wanted a blow job (even if I had to take Batman’s advice). (23:05:33) Anonymous Entity: shit (23:05:35) Anonymous Entity: wrong paste (23:05:42) Lissa: *dead*
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On Wabash, baby.
Here’s for a completely insignificant post: I just rode home well past dark on the Unnamed Bike on Wabash. And I didn’t die.
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Katrina readings
I don’t personally have much to say about Katrina and the devastation of New Orleans, other than to suggest strongly that people donate. Yes, even college students. Pass on buying another video game or on going out for dinner one night and donate a few dollars. Oh, and I want to express a bit of outrage at something a coworker said last week. This man (who I would peg at being over 40 years old) said, “I think this is the biggest natural disaster that’s occurred in my lifetime.” Let us not so quickly forget the tsunami, people. It happened, too, even if it didn’t happen in America. It doesn’t…
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Tinker, by Wen Spencer
Tinker is an 18-year-old human living in a world where two dimensions meet and mesh: the dimension containing Earth, and the dimension containing Elfhome. She runs a junkyard in the special city of Pittsburg–special because it spends most of the month on Elfhome instead of Earth. To Tinker, Earth is a dangerous place filled with too many people and not enough magic. Tinker is important, though, because not only does she know how to manipulate magic as much as any human can, but family secrets make her a wanted woman among elves and humans alike. This was a weird book. It wasn’t bad, but there were some noticable imbalances. For…
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Negroid Party #3
For reference: A prequel to Negroid Party #1. Also, Negroid Party #2. This Negroid Party was perhaps even funnier than the last one, because I knew what to expect. Per last year, we had J. and D. (also known as Echo) come in late as hell and attack the food before even saying hello to anyone. Munchies, anyone? I remember that fool D. tried to cover his highness with some damn sunglasses last year. No, no. The star of this show was one particular freshman that Andrea and I got to watch, however. I gave a tour to his family last year before he actually decided to come to Rose.…