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2002-03-22 | 7:38 p.m.

corduroy licorice had another thing coming, but the shipping rep said it could take up to 14 business days for it to arrive.

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so ascension and i went to see what bart simpson would describe as a craptacular movie last night. it's called wisconsin death trip. it is described as an "intimate, shocking and sometimes hilarious account of the disasters that befell one small town in wisconsin during the final decade of the 19th century." sounds pretty good, aye? wrong! it SUCKED! a quasi-documentary, it managed to be pretentious and sloppy at the same time. blehpoopy. i've seen dateline stories that were more tension-building and entertaining.

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my improv class audition is tomorrow. why do i torture myself like this? no, no. it will be fun. it wil be fun. it...will...mama!

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quote time:

from king of diaryland, andrew, comes this entertaining take on ikea customer service reps:

"so weird, some guy from the IKEA head office just emailed me about my entry that talks about my crappy IKEA chair. he just sort of said "we stand behind our products, contact your store about this", it was a bit terse, but maybe that's just because he's all scandinaviated (or maybe he also found my other, much more pointless IKEA entry). anyhow, i checked my referrer stats, and it turns out he found me by searching for IKEA on google, and i was a result on the 18th page. all i can think now too is: how do i get this guy's job? you hear now and again about people with web pages getting contacted by people from big companies who they wrote about or whatever, so i guess that's part of someone's job function at a lot of businesses, and man, what a crap-easy job that must be, so sweet. so anyhow, i am spending this morning being jealous of this guy from sweden now who has a job where he can go through every web page that mentions IKEA to make sure it's all good, and he actually gets paid for that, and then he goes home to his bright yellow house with bright red plastic flowers in front and 20,000 storage compartments inside, and he eats his cinnamon danish for dinner and his 99 cent hotdog, and man yeah, I just want to get a nice job in sweden, that would be so good."

from the always delightful belle of baltimore, malice, an open letter regarding good sportsmanship:

"memo to the university of maryland, college park:

i don't give a shit about basketball. i suspect i will not watch a single game of this tournament. but what i do care about is the embarrasing debaucle that you kids displayed last year, winning the sore loser championship penant. so this year, grow up. go out to the cornerstone and get drunk while listening to some cover band play third eye blind and pick up some chick in a red tube top and black pants and strappy sandals and a growing-out rachel haircut, make out with her in the alley, and then go home. please don't set any fires this time. thanks."

from a prototype humanoid robot from sony, sdr-4x, something it would be nice to hear a human say:

"please hold still for a minute while i memorize your face."

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