Oh you thought I was done with the Renfest photos and stories? Oh hell no.
Oh dude, these sky chairs are sweet. I’m soooo comfortable in them!
Aww, but what about meeeee? Where am I going to siiiiit?
Huh huh… c’mere baby, why don’t you sit on my lap…
Noooowoooo… we can’t do that right hereeeeee..!
Sure you can babe /proceeds to attempt to finger her in public
Continue reading “A weekend at the faire – Teenage pregnancy forthcoming”
PowerPoint is not graphic design software, never has, and never will be. If you wish for me to work on PowerPoint for your companies, I will do such since I am a slave to the rat race, but know that making me do such, I will harbor legitimate hatred for you and your company. Fuck PowerPoint and fuck you too.
Guys who drive BMW motorcycles. There’s a guy in the office that needs to let everyone know that he drives a BMW motorcycle, indicative by the way he’s always wearing his fluorescent green BMW “air shell” jacket in the office, despite the fact that it’s 87 degrees in the City of Atlanta right now. And the way he perches his fluorescent green BMW helmet on the edge of his desk, so that everyone who walks by or looks down the corridor can see it, like a beacon of douchiness in the office. I have to imagine that when he’s in his full autocross get-up, he looks like a fucking lightning bug humping a football, or at least, like someone who ate something radioactive.
Needless to say, having been here for the last two months, I’ve got a fairly good grasp of the people who work here, and most importantly for the sake of conversation, the people I don’t really care for, and are capable of griping about in brog format. Furthermore, I’ve been here long enough to where I now feel entitled to gripe about my job, more so than when I was here, greener than Lex Luger.
Continue reading “What’s douchier than people who drive BMW cars?”
I stayed up late on Friday and Saturday nights, and slept in on both Saturday and Sunday mornings. I got my new computer on Wednesday, and finally had the opportunity to wipe it clean and get it up and running. This is the first new computer I’ve purchased literally, since like 1998. As far as the rest of the weekend went, it was pretty much just that; messing around with computers, and watching baseball.
I actually feel quite accomplished on the computer front. I had a general idea of what I wanted to accomplish with my brand new machine, as well as the older LEAURNING machine, and although altogether things didn’t go as smoothly as I had hoped it would have, I think I managed to overcome and figure out all obstacles that got in the way, and in the end result, I seem to have accomplished everything I had set out to do.
Continue reading “The kind of weekend I won’t have for a while”
I couldn’t help but wonder when looking at these two hipster douches, “did they plan on going to the ren faire dressed practically identically?” I mean look at them, with their surreptitiously similar red plaid shirts, skinny jeans, gay lace-less shoes, one with a mop-top, one with a Bieber, both of them smoking cigars, trying to do their best impressions of being men.
Seriously, I have to ask, was this deliberate? As far as I’m concerned, it’s not just for women to be abhorred by a friend inadvertently dressing similarly to them, because two dudes dressed alike without planning it is kinda gay. In fact, it’s kinda gay if it’s premeditated as well. So conclusively, either these two hipster douches are in fact gay, or simply aren’t aware that it’s okay for one of them to go back inside and change for the sake of not looking so gay.
Regardless, considering they were at a Renaissance faire, these two hipster douches somehow managed to look like the gayest people on the premises. Congraturation?
Jen brought me back a real La Parka mask from Mexico, just in time for Cinco de Mayo. So honestly, with my mask, Dos Equis, and WCW U.S. title, all I’m really missing for perfect symmetry for Cinco de Mayo, is a steel folding chair.
She obviously works out. Genetics and age have been kind to this one, her husband, and her kids.
Considering the standard faire garb is typically giant flowing dresses, and tight corsets, Renaissance Faires are typically places to go see lots of tits and cleavage, and not really so much the ass. Now I do like me the titties as much as the next guy, but I’m more easily distracted when I see a great ass. Needless to say, my expectations for seeing such eye candy are slightly negated at a Renaissance Faire.
But, the Georgia faire is in April, May, and June, and if the temperature is warm, then the short shorts and Daisy Dukes come out. God bless short shorts and Daisy Dukes.
Continue reading “A weekend at the faire – The MILF ass like the rock that held Excalibur”
