August 2nd, 2000

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Aieee! Today, there was no net at work.

Totally dreadful. I couldn't get files, couldn't send email to clients.

I couldn't surf, AIM or ICQ!!!! The humanity!

Here's Scotto playing catch-up.

Checked my Voicemail, and got a swell message from Gina. *sexy* voice. :) Sakes, no wonder people stalk the girl.

On to paces. Ate sweet & sour tofu for lunch, a bunch o' water, I imagine about 3 gallons.

3 slices of cheese pizza for dinner, (big, healthy, piggy slices. more than 1/3 pie, less than 1/2. two-fifths? would that work out right? yeah. 40% of a pie.

Had a 100 grand candy bar. new stuff in the vending machine!
Does anyone remember when it was $100,000 bar insead of grand?

finished Harry potter 2: electric boogaloo. Not as good as #1, sort of a weak climax, but still fun.

Started Harry Potter 3 - off to a strong start. (I skipped starting return of the king, because the books are more ponderous, less popcornish. Will go there while waiting for a pirate version of #4.)

I identify strongly with Hagrid. Animal Loving troll. *time out for Newton-hug for Erin*

MMMMmmmMMMMMmmMMMMM. Love that furry orange guy. I wonder how his sister Mandy is doing.. and the brian / heather combo, too, come to think of it. I know H's birthday was recent, I missed it, but just as well, as I am flat broke. (only 9 more days to payday! hurry!)

Robb got back from Seattle, so I look forward to seeing him sometime this week. :) I'll be sad when he finally moves there permanent like., but happy for him.

Suzy went to visit her probation officer, and didn't make it to DMV to take care of her old ticket... if this goes wrong she could end up back in jail, with no bond. dopey girl. We'll find out tomorrow!
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Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

Aieee! Today, there was no net at work.

Totally dreadful. I couldn’t get files, couldn’t send email to clients.

I couldn’t surf, AIM or ICQ!!!! The humanity!

Here’s Scotto playing catch-up.

Checked my Voicemail, and got a swell message from Gina. *sexy* voice. :) Sakes, no wonder people stalk the girl.

On to paces. Ate sweet & sour tofu for lunch, a bunch o’ water, I imagine about 3 gallons.

3 slices of cheese pizza for dinner, (big, healthy, piggy slices. more than 1/3 pie, less than 1/2. two-fifths? would that work out right? yeah. 40% of a pie.

Had a 100 grand candy bar. new stuff in the vending machine!
Does anyone remember when it was $100,000 bar insead of grand?

finished Harry potter 2: electric boogaloo. Not as good as #1, sort of a weak climax, but still fun.

Started Harry Potter 3 – off to a strong start. (I skipped starting return of the king, because the books are more ponderous, less popcornish. Will go there while waiting for a pirate version of #4.)

I identify strongly with Hagrid. Animal Loving troll. *time out for Newton-hug for Erin*

MMMMmmmMMMMMmmMMMMM. Love that furry orange guy. I wonder how his sister Mandy is doing.. and the brian / heather combo, too, come to think of it. I know H’s birthday was recent, I missed it, but just as well, as I am flat broke. (only 9 more days to payday! hurry!)

Robb got back from Seattle, so I look forward to seeing him sometime this week. :) I’ll be sad when he finally moves there permanent like., but happy for him.

Suzy went to visit her probation officer, and didn’t make it to DMV to take care of her old ticket… if this goes wrong she could end up back in jail, with no bond. dopey girl. We’ll find out tomorrow!

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Sarcasm

We don't listen to warning labels, and I can prove it. On every pack of cigarettes, it TELLS YOU IT'S GOING TO KILL YOU. This isn't a warning label on a plastic bag that was written by some jerk at the plastic bag factory. The warning on cigarettes comes from the Surgeon General. You can ignore advice from non-surgeons. If your stupid friend tells his girlfriend the key to curing her cold is plenty of rest and giving him head, she'll remind them, "Hey, you're not a doctor!" right before she gives him head. Well the Surgeon General is a doctor. In fact, they're the supreme commander of doctors. If doctors were to start a war against the bowlers or the bird watchers, the Surgeon General would have the biggest hat and stand at the back of the army shouting, "Hold the line, men! Take two of these FISTS and call me in the morning!" Read the pack of cigarettes. If the Surgeon General tells you something might kill you and give your future kids extra toes and eyes, listen to him. Do you need a warning from the Surgeon Jesus before you start taking advice?

The non-smoking commercials are actually funded by the company that makes cigarettes. It's like they're taunting us. Are they flash-framing subliminal messages at us? How can half the country smoke when the only thing on my TV is lists of tobacco death statistics. We know more about what cigarette does to the human body than than anyone knows about anything else. Unless you count my knowledge of Wonder Woman's breasts, and you don't.

They have to be mocking us. One of the commercials actually says "Tobacco is Wacko (if you're a teen)." That's the kind of shit you'd hear from a person in a fucking puppy costume. That's the kind of campaign that can get non-smokers called fags in their schools. Did the mormons decide to take over on the anti-smoking ads for a week or something? I know they did a great job spreading that crazy religion around the country, but getting cigarettes out of kids mouths is a lot harder than getting people to go to church. Church is seductive; you get everlasting life and those lenghty painful medical procedures are reduced to getting slapped in the head by a man on a stage. Convincing a kid to not smoke is a harder kind of mind control. You remember the mind control used on us that made us all lay down and cover our heads every day at 4:00? Of course you don't. Because the Russians don't want you to.

People claimed Joe Camel marketed tobacco to kids. Bullshit. Think of all the forest fires that got started just to piss Smokey the Bear off. Kids hate you. They hate your irrational bitchy asses. Nicotine barely makes you high. You can smoke 50 cigarettes, and still get about as high as you would if you held your breath for half a minute. So they're not doing it to get high, and the fact that most of us are still sane after the Super Friends and the Banana Splits proves that kids don't base their lives on what cartoon animals say. Screw Joe Camel. They're doing it because they know that if their lobbying parents are trying to get rid of something, it must kick ass. Remember video games, sex, alcohol, not being somebodydrugs, and fire hazards? Of course you don't. Because the Russians don't want you to.

Cigarettes give you black lungs, shortness of breath, yellow teeth, your clothes smell like something you spilled on the stove, and then you die coughing forty years before your friends. The Surgeon General or a man in a puppy suit might have mentioned all that. But what they didn't mention was that cigarettes give your hands something to do when you're in a bar. People who don't smoke nervously fidget their hands around all night. Biology did what it could; it gave women breasts so man would have something to grab onto instead of fidgeting. This groping helps keep them from taking up smoking. Ladies, please offer your breasts for the sake of his health, and yours! (Second hand smoke is a killer too!)
scotto piercing gaze superhero

Sarcasm

Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

We don’t listen to warning labels, and I can prove it. On every pack of cigarettes, it TELLS YOU IT’S GOING TO KILL YOU. This isn’t a warning label on a plastic bag that was written by some jerk at the plastic bag factory. The warning on cigarettes comes from the Surgeon General. You can ignore advice from non-surgeons. If your stupid friend tells his girlfriend the key to curing her cold is plenty of rest and giving him head, she’ll remind them, “Hey, you’re not a doctor!” right before she gives him head. Well the Surgeon General is a doctor. In fact, they’re the supreme commander of doctors. If doctors were to start a war against the bowlers or the bird watchers, the Surgeon General would have the biggest hat and stand at the back of the army shouting, “Hold the line, men! Take two of these FISTS and call me in the morning!” Read the pack of cigarettes. If the Surgeon General tells you something might kill you and give your future kids extra toes and eyes, listen to him. Do you need a warning from the Surgeon Jesus before you start taking advice?

The non-smoking commercials are actually funded by the company that makes cigarettes. It’s like they’re taunting us. Are they flash-framing subliminal messages at us? How can half the country smoke when the only thing on my TV is lists of tobacco death statistics. We know more about what cigarette does to the human body than than anyone knows about anything else. Unless you count my knowledge of Wonder Woman’s breasts, and you don’t.

They have to be mocking us. One of the commercials actually says “Tobacco is Wacko (if you’re a teen).” That’s the kind of shit you’d hear from a person in a fucking puppy costume. That’s the kind of campaign that can get non-smokers called fags in their schools. Did the mormons decide to take over on the anti-smoking ads for a week or something? I know they did a great job spreading that crazy religion around the country, but getting cigarettes out of kids mouths is a lot harder than getting people to go to church. Church is seductive; you get everlasting life and those lenghty painful medical procedures are reduced to getting slapped in the head by a man on a stage. Convincing a kid to not smoke is a harder kind of mind control. You remember the mind control used on us that made us all lay down and cover our heads every day at 4:00? Of course you don’t. Because the Russians don’t want you to.

People claimed Joe Camel marketed tobacco to kids. Bullshit. Think of all the forest fires that got started just to piss Smokey the Bear off. Kids hate you. They hate your irrational bitchy asses. Nicotine barely makes you high. You can smoke 50 cigarettes, and still get about as high as you would if you held your breath for half a minute. So they’re not doing it to get high, and the fact that most of us are still sane after the Super Friends and the Banana Splits proves that kids don’t base their lives on what cartoon animals say. Screw Joe Camel. They’re doing it because they know that if their lobbying parents are trying to get rid of something, it must kick ass. Remember video games, sex, alcohol, not being somebodydrugs, and fire hazards? Of course you don’t. Because the Russians don’t want you to.

Cigarettes give you black lungs, shortness of breath, yellow teeth, your clothes smell like something you spilled on the stove, and then you die coughing forty years before your friends. The Surgeon General or a man in a puppy suit might have mentioned all that. But what they didn’t mention was that cigarettes give your hands something to do when you’re in a bar. People who don’t smoke nervously fidget their hands around all night. Biology did what it could; it gave women breasts so man would have something to grab onto instead of fidgeting. This groping helps keep them from taking up smoking. Ladies, please offer your breasts for the sake of his health, and yours! (Second hand smoke is a killer too!)

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foodstuff!

Ate 1 good sized chunk of banana bread, lots of water, cheese sammich on a crescent roll, a fistful of doritos, and a oatmeal-reaisin cookie. at 2pm. I'm Hungry. Looks like a taco bell night again, unless I can just cope, and not eat until tomorrow. I won't. I know it. Curse Taco Bell, and the mind-bendingly tasty beanpaste they offer to me, like some sort of Tex-mex crack cocaine.
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Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

Ate 1 good sized chunk of banana bread, lots of water, cheese sammich on a crescent roll, a fistful of doritos, and a oatmeal-reaisin cookie. at 2pm. I’m Hungry. Looks like a taco bell night again, unless I can just cope, and not eat until tomorrow. I won’t. I know it. Curse Taco Bell, and the mind-bendingly tasty beanpaste they offer to me, like some sort of Tex-mex crack cocaine.

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looks like I'm going to do the 12-8 shift more permenantly, due to people being lost to the company.

Yayy!

A social life can't be far behind!
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