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[Simmura McCrea]

You hadn't heard of that by now? There's a full blown campaign in the US to have it banned by the supreme court or something, IIRC.

[Angel Of Death]

It's hard to breathe and coughing feels like inhaling sharp lead.

FUCK

[Lord Shonus]

Seriously, there's somewone who has'nt heard about the 15 year old Dihydrogen Monoxide hoak?

[Rose]

Things that made you sad today

I really wish I knew. As it is, it's just aimless bad mood.

[ein]

Can't sleep.
Finals tomorrow today.
Out of nuts.
Reaching for the tin anyway.
Can't find it.
No good soda.
No good bread.

[blackmagechill]

Fucking deer man. That crazy little shit whined all night.

[ChairmanPoo]

Stupid Ubuntu 11.04. I'm going back to 10.10

[Grimshot]

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[Comp112]

Yesterday, my fiancée and son left to Indiana for three weeks, while I have to stay in Arizona. My fiancée started crying in line.

Feels bad man.

[RedKing]

So I decided to apply for that professor job....ye gods, this process is designed to utterly break down an applicant's self-esteem and determination.

Publications? None.
Previous courses taught? None.
Grants received? None.
Years teaching experience? None.

I keep telling myself that I shouldn't let that bother me so much, given that this is a teaching fellowship, not a full professorial position. But I feel a little like Aquaman applying for the Justice League. Which I imagine went something like this:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

(Big desk with Superman, Batman, the Flash and Green Lantern looking over applicants).

Superman: Hmm...flight, regeneration, class XI strength...two nuclear disasters stopped...not bad. We'll be in touch. Next!

Aquaman: Hi! I'm Aquaman! I love what you guys are doing, and I'd be honored to be a part of something larger than myself.

Superman: Mm-hmm. Where's the rest of your resume? We seem to have misplaced it.

Aquaman: Uh...no, no I think that's it right there.

(awkward silence)

Batman: So....your powers....

Aquaman: I can talk to fish!

(more awkward silence)

Aquaman: And.....I can swim?

Green Lantern: So can I. So can all of us. So can BABIES. Hell, I can make a giant inflatable raft out of green energy so we don't even have to swim!

Aquaman: I can swim....really fast?

The Flash: Color me unimpressed.

Batman: Are you sure you don't have some other sea-related powers? Can you change forms, maybe?

Aquaman: No.

Green Lantern: Can you change out of that tacky orange and green jumpsuit? What is this, the Silver Age? And what's with the scales?

Aquaman: I don't know...I've never actually tried to take it off before.

Superman: Okay, okay...so he's a bit light in the powers department. Superpowers aren't everything.

Batman: Thank you.

Superman: So how many times have you saved the world, averted nuclear catastrophe, ended a cosmic menace, et cetera?

Aquaman: Umm...well, I've saved drowning sailors before. And freed lots of dolphins from tuna nets.

Green Lantern: Oh man, you're killing me here. How about a city? One measly coastal city?

Aquaman: I raised San Diego out of the bay...after it sank. Although there were some complications. It's a long story.

Superman: So you've never actually saved the world before, is what you're saying?

Aquaman: Well, no. I mean, those sort of situations are pretty rare, right?

Green Lantern: The Flash has saved the world three times since we started this interview.

The Flash: He's right. Wait a sec--(shimmers for a second)--make that four. Mirror Master had a clone stuffed away in a closet that I missed.

Batman: Look...you seem like a good guy, and we wish you the best in your future endeavors, but perhaps the Justice League is a bit ambitious for someone in your position. Maybe look into a more local organization where you can get some hands-on experience.

Superman: I hear the Great Lakes Avengers are hiring.

Okay...I have no idea why I spent so long writing that up. But it did make me feel better. 

[Vector]

All right.

All right, all right.  I think I've spewed something like half a liter of mucus out of various orifices.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Also, my spacial sense is so fucked that it feels like everything is hovering and slowly moving up and down.

*sigh*

[Rose]

Vector, I suggest asking somebody else if everything is, in facty, hovering.

If it is, well then we have something interesting on our hands.

and by we, I mean you, and by our, I mean your.

[scriver]

Mucus is such a great word. Captures it's own essence perfectly.

Mucus.

[Nadaka]

Vector, I suggest asking somebody else if everything is, in facty, hovering.

If it is, well then we have something interesting on our hands.

and by we, I mean you, and by our, I mean your.

If everything is hovering, I don't think that it would technically be "on" her hands as much as it would be slightly above her hands.

[RedKing]

Not if she's hovering too. (Now I have strains of Talking Heads' "And She Was" going through my head...)