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This is my 4,093rd Blog Title. I'm running out of good ones.
Does anyone find it sad that in this article in the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, the thing that I found most appalling is the fourth word of the article? Because it is not, in fact, a word. The past tense of the verb "light" is "lit." Not "lighted." I don't think 'lighted' is a word, ever. WTF, PEOPLE. Stuff like this makes me feel entitled to getting a fabulous job. Because I know things. I know which words are actually words, and I generally know how to employ them in sentences. I know how to engage in conversations without offending people. I KNOW HOW TO BEAT EVERY BOSS IN FF7. I need a part of my resume that's called "Special Skillz." Badass things would go there.
The Wisconsin legislature is having some hearings on the Frankenstein veto! I will have to tap the rumor mill at the Capitol and see what people think about it actually getting banned or not.
My co-workers are teaching me to play chess. Apparently, they find me so geeky that they are rather shocked that I don't know how to play. In other news, the desktop background on the mutual computer in the page room has been Cardcaptor Sakura for the last week and a half BECAUSE OF ME, THANK YOU. I win at life. That is all.
The Wisconsin legislature is having some hearings on the Frankenstein veto! I will have to tap the rumor mill at the Capitol and see what people think about it actually getting banned or not.
My co-workers are teaching me to play chess. Apparently, they find me so geeky that they are rather shocked that I don't know how to play. In other news, the desktop background on the mutual computer in the page room has been Cardcaptor Sakura for the last week and a half BECAUSE OF ME, THANK YOU. I win at life. That is all.