Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

Thus saith the Lord, bold Alvin said,
Let my goldfish go.
If not, I'll smite your firstborn dead.
Let my goldfish go.

Catchy, no? To the tune of Go Down Moses, of course.

Seriously, people. I'm thinking of making a "Free Flo" t-shirt. Not only clever, but it will come in handy when she's goldfish-napped. Again.

Get your own freakin' goldfishes. Free Flo.

Not only did I survive the past two days without power... I had fun. So maybe my sister can be kind of awesome sometimes. I also ate way too much canned fruit.

To all of you who laughed at me and Allie for stockpiling in preparation for Y2K/nuclear fallout/the Freemasons' final move to take over the government and create a militant police state/all of the above: who's laughing now? Sixty-three rolls of duct tape provides the equivalent of the internet in entertainment, at least for a couple days.

I have carpal tunnel again. All I want for Christmas is a freakin' ergonomic keyboard that works. So since I can't spend my weekend on WoW, I've spent the past hour flipping back and forth between Elena y Raquel and Blue Crush. It would stay on Blue Crush if it had a plot, and it would stay on Elena y Raquel if it had Michelle Rodriguez in it.

Also - Bristol High, I was named after my heavily-inked Chilean father, not a chubby talking rodent. I will not sing "Christmas Don't Be Late" for you. You're not funny or original, and the next person that cracks that stupid joke will find themselves on the mailing list of every electronic newsletter Google calls up. Suck helium and die, my dim-witted peers.

I call out to the interwebs tonight because I need advice. I find myself compelled to...go under the needle. It was only a matter of time, I suppose. My novice sister has called the privilege of giving me my first and only tattoo and I need ideas. The Oscurecimiento team was, not surprisingly, no help, because I've already stated that I won't get a sleeve, or a full back piece, or anything visible. I do plan on getting a job one of these days, and not in the family business.

I think my days in fast food service are numbered. Hey, Abbey. Manifest still hiring?

I learn more from the internet than I do at school. I'm not sure what this means - it could be saying something about me, or the internet, or our public education system.

Anyway, today was a holiday. One I spent reconfiguring my proxy server. Then when I was done with that, I had breakfast and did my part to reinstate the Google bomb before work. Eric Schmidt should do some field work on the responses of hackers to challenges, though in his defense, I do need at least one cup of coffee before cracking their search algorithms these days.

Here are some fun facts:
1. Avocados aren't in season anymore.
2. A couple years back, Kraft got sued for having less than 2% avocado in its commercial guacamole.
3. I made 23 turkey bacon guacamole subs today. I counted.

Wrath of the Lich King : T-minus 25 hours and counting. I'll be spending them watching the freakin' Box of Puppies Challenge. Look away. I dare you.

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