Alchemist Cowards!
At least that's what the latest batch of almost-completely-nonsensical spam is telling me. I'm not sure why alchemists are such an easily frightened lot, but if the spam is to be believed, it's for the following reasons:
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Now, I'm not expert on translations, but I think it all has to do with these alchemists getting sodomized by Lenore's power drill. Or maybe with the twisted football team that dresses itself up in ribbons. And I'm pretty certain that this mysterious Lenore is the widow who's planning on merging a recliner chair with a freight train to create some thoroughly unwholesome doomsday device and unleash it upon Australia.
But that could just be me.
In other news, yeah, things have been rather busy. Again. Life seems to enjoy doing that, although yesterday proved to be a wonderfully peaceful day off which saw Mel sending me across an entire university parking lot to fetch some wayward helium balloon she wanted.
Mel: "Balloon!"
Me: "Yes, it is. And it looks like it's losing air, given how its descending towards the ground."
Mel: "Poor little balloon. Get it for me?"
Me: "The balloon? Mel, it's touching down on the far side of the parking lot! I'd have to run the entire way just to catch it."
Mel: "Pleeeeaaaase?"
Whereupon she gave me the lethal combination of Bambi eyes and
that look. All you gents out there should know what I mean by
that look. So naturally when face to face with
that look, I sighed and fetched Mel the balloon. And there was much rejoicing.
Today's Lesson: anytime before 10am is an ungodly hour to have to get up.
posted by Phillip at 6:10 AM
