Archive for January, 2004


TLA: Just brilliant.

When commenting about people’s penchant to say, “PIN Number” (gah)

shimmeringjemmy came up with a beautiful response.

Me: “You just want to hurt people who say “Enter your PIN number in the ATM machine”

Heather: “Yeah, but you can just tell them ‘GFY Yourself’ “

Using babelfish on Yahoo ‘China’ site today.

Went to Japan Yahoo without remembering to change the translator from Chinese to Japanese.

It turns out that: 映画 means Movies in Japanese where in Chinese it seems to mean Nose tea.

This was picked off a filtered post. So no credit.

This is my journal on severe gnostic mass.

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I realize I must be fussy. My one night alone at home. I ordered the pizza, “Sausage, Green Pepper, Mushroom, and NO CHEESE.” This last part I mentioned at least 3 times. I also asked them to ring my doorbell as I might not see them.

So, 40 minutes after my call. I hear. “Um… Hello?”
I go to the window to see a guy waving at me. I attempt to explain the small medium thing… He doesn’t get it.

I sign the receipt.
I look at the pizza
I take the receipt back and send the guy off with the pizza.
I call back. They said they’d try to have another one back in 20 minutes.
No refunds or discounts mentioned… just they’d try to have another one in 20 minutes.

And the voice of Tyler Durdan rings in my ears, “Clean food please”

I will manage to forget the receipt when the pizza comes back. If he asks for it…

*sigh*

I shouldn’t deal with people when I’ve skipped lunch.

Arrrrgh

I deal with this on occasion. Normally it doesn’t bother me. It drives
me nuts however, when people have to push it in my face and honestly
don’t get it.

I just called dominos for dinner. Okay, Wendy’s I’ve gotten used to. I
ordered a small pizza.

“We only have medium”

I thought, ‘Did you people run out of all other crust sizes?’ “You only
have medium”

“That’s our smallest size”

*sigh*

“How many sizes do you have?”

“3, medium, large, and extra large”

*audible sigh*

“I’ll have the smallest pizza you have.”

“You want a medium.”

I think to myself, “NO, YOUR ROARING IDIOT. IF I WANTED MEDIUM WHICH BY
DEFINITION MEANS MIDDLE, I’D HAVE F&#&ING ORDERED MEDIUM.” “Yeah,
sure.”

This country will be destroyed by the revolution of us destroying those
in marketing.

Side note: This is a test of me posting with the new PGP email function.