A.) Mad props to
exairian. Look to my icon for the reason. ++GOOD! (Now I can annoy my coworkers a whole lot more. *g*)
B.) I would really like to buy myself
this hoodie - but there's one typo and one situationally-wrong capitalisation on it, and I can't justify dropping $45.00 on a hoodie that will put me in
physical pain to wear.
And yet, part of me says. (This is the part that says that posters are really people. Watching me.) And yet. This
is the text that I have on my cube wall at work, to relax myself in between flaying morons with. This is the text that I have quoted, in a rare move, in its entirety in this very LJ. This is the text that I based the entire
tag "the fear engine" from. This is the text that I have run about sharing with every human being on the planet because it is so goddamn funny to be able to say "I will open one of my six mouths and sing the song that ends the part of the earth you are standing on first" in meetings. It's not so funny if no one gets it. (When they do, they tend to back away slowly. When they don't, they tend to back away a lot more quickly.)
But it's still got an extra period, and that "Goddamn" should not be capitalised like that.
So lo, I am sad, but whatevs, I'm not buying something that asstastically expensive if it's going to make me want to kill puppies to look at it. THIS IS WHAT MY JOB HAS BROUGHT ME TO.
C.) My boss is officially more emo than I am, and has threatened to change his name to Raivin, write shitty emo poetry, and seized enthusiastically on my suggestion of gardening in the dark.
D.) Eff this layout, I need to fix it.
E.) Oh har, it helps to hit save.