co-worker: "the burger place has pumpkin shakes now DAMNN BOOYAAH IT'S LIKE DRINKING A PIE!"
― jergins, Wednesday, 26 November 2008 22:06 (fifteen years ago) link
coworkers are going crazy over this right now:
http://www.meet-an-inmate.com/
― jergins, Saturday, 29 November 2008 22:42 (fifteen years ago) link
so this is what it would be like if i had a board to myself. just...writing to myself. for myself. um. that would be boring. it'd be like playing drums by myself.
― jergins, Monday, 1 December 2008 20:52 (fifteen years ago) link
i've written really really long things, like non-internet ones; that makes sense for the by/for myself. this though, what would be the point.
maybe i'd take a picture of myself every day. if it were really private.
― jergins, Monday, 1 December 2008 20:54 (fifteen years ago) link
on saturday night i was the boss of the place and i ran shit like a hellof tough captain of a ship but things happened, things worth recording:
a woman had a stroke and we had to call 911.
a man wandered in at intermission, accosted the service staff, then plunked himself down on a sofa in the lobby. i got called--in the middle of my reports--and went in and sat with him. at first he was belligerent, maybe drunk, when i was standing over him, but then i sat across from him and we got to talking. it turns out he was crazy. (i was 98% sure at that point he wasn't a patron). he told me about his house in Kona. he wouldn't let me touch his ID. he explained that his ID was a secret ID, from the CIA, with codes on the back. as we chatted i waited and wondered where security was. they'd been called at least 5 minutes earlier, an eon in crazypersontime. at one point we were talking and chatting and laughing and turned to the head usher (there were about 15 people watching this all go down) and yelled WHERE IS SECURITY?? and then turned back to the man and he kept talking like nothing had happened. lol. security eventually did show up and picked him up by the scruff of the neck and ran him out the front doors. turned out he had a restraining order and was not allowed on campus for 5 days. i was sick through all of this.
― jergins, Monday, 1 December 2008 20:59 (fifteen years ago) link
hi jergins, you are not just writing to yourself, i am reading your posts avidly.
― estela, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:17 (fifteen years ago) link
lxy's home soon so we'll get to hear all about portland i hope!!
― jergins, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:19 (fifteen years ago) link
no, i can't post till i vacuum.
― lxy, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:26 (fifteen years ago) link
oopsie.
i can't post till i vacuum.
see u in 2012!
― jergins, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:29 (fifteen years ago) link
lol!
― lxy, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:33 (fifteen years ago) link
oopsie again.
― lxy, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:34 (fifteen years ago) link
hi lxy! i hope you had a beautiful time in portland.
― estela, Monday, 1 December 2008 22:41 (fifteen years ago) link
hihi estela! yes i did thank you!
― lxy, Monday, 1 December 2008 23:26 (fifteen years ago) link
(i vacuumed, by the way. hurray me.)
excusemeiamrightherejeez
― lxy, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 00:10 (fifteen years ago) link
oh shit wrong thread after all that
― lxy, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 00:24 (fifteen years ago) link
what i wrote in my report• A few minutes into the second act I was called to the grand lobby. A man had accosted Savor staff, calling them names. I remembered him as soon as I saw him, having shooed him away for smoking too near the door. He’d given me grief at the time, and as I approached I was ready for more. Unsure whether he was a patron or not—my gut said no—I stood over him, asking for a ticket. He was belligerent to begin with, but then I sat down, and the two of us sat there eye to eye and he calmed some. He told me his name, Alan Wallace King, and about his house on Kona. He showed me the secret ID the CIA had given him. When he paused for breath I asked for the ticket he couldn’t provide, the name of the friend he couldn’t come up with. As he talked I turned to head usher Jim, standing with a group, watching me, and hollered out, “WHERE IS SECURITY?” That didn’t faze Alan Wallace King, He kept talking. Five minutes later, an eternity in crazy person time, security showed up, forcefully ejecting Mr. King out of the venue onto the street and into the night. It was then that we found out about the restraining order, and that he was not allowed on Seattle Center grounds. Good night, Mr. King!
― jergins, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 00:54 (fifteen years ago) link
do you think the cia will be mad that you ejected him?
― max max max max, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 01:25 (fifteen years ago) link
max i don't think he is really a cia agent
― lxy, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 01:40 (fifteen years ago) link
ps jergins nice report!
― lxy, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 01:41 (fifteen years ago) link
i guess i misunderstood the story i thought he had a cia id
― max max max max, Tuesday, 2 December 2008 02:10 (fifteen years ago) link
fresh fires
― jergins, Wednesday, 3 December 2008 01:24 (fifteen years ago) link
an apple the size of a house
http://post.thestranger.com/images/blogimages/2008/12/05/r_1228521626_los_carpinteros.jpg
― jergins, Saturday, 6 December 2008 01:29 (fifteen years ago) link
a hearse took my parking spot
― jergins, Saturday, 6 December 2008 18:53 (fifteen years ago) link
empty i hope
― lxy, Saturday, 6 December 2008 19:19 (fifteen years ago) link
it's a sign
― jergins, Saturday, 6 December 2008 19:25 (fifteen years ago) link
are you being dire?
― lxy, Saturday, 6 December 2008 19:45 (fifteen years ago) link
more like end of an era, need to quit my job
― jergins, Saturday, 6 December 2008 20:47 (fifteen years ago) link
ah okay, carry on then
― lxy, Saturday, 6 December 2008 20:58 (fifteen years ago) link
"you been smoking sesame seeds."
― jergins, Sunday, 7 December 2008 08:25 (fifteen years ago) link
unrelated btw^
― jelky, Sunday, 7 December 2008 08:25 (fifteen years ago) link
when i drove in the garage today this man looked up from his motorcycle like he'd never seen another moving vehicle. his mouth hung open.
― jergins, Monday, 8 December 2008 19:31 (fifteen years ago) link
maybe he was expecting a hearse
― lxy, Monday, 8 December 2008 19:38 (fifteen years ago) link
he reminded me of Laotian villagers that had never seen anything bigger than a tricked-out tuk tuk
― jergins, Monday, 8 December 2008 19:44 (fifteen years ago) link
i took my coat to the dry cleaners today. the girl asked what the stain was from. i said i didn't know.
wouldn't you hate that part of the job, asking after stains?
― jergins, Wednesday, 10 December 2008 03:28 (fifteen years ago) link
it was the kind of thing where i could think of a dozen 'funny' rejoinders after, but was glad to mumble that i didn't know.
― jergins, Wednesday, 10 December 2008 03:29 (fifteen years ago) link
"semen and mustard obviously"
http://www.alwaysjukin.com/
― jergins, Thursday, 11 December 2008 09:11 (fifteen years ago) link
http://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/lhr-1.jpg
― jergins, Thursday, 11 December 2008 21:45 (fifteen years ago) link
― jergins, Thursday, 11 December 2008 22:13 (fifteen years ago) link
"i know it is very human-like because children cry when it makes angry face."
― lxy, Friday, 12 December 2008 16:28 (fifteen years ago) link
adam yamaguchi, the asian-american version of aj benza <3<3 he can be my host any time
― lxy, Friday, 12 December 2008 16:32 (fifteen years ago) link
push my cheek
― jergins, Friday, 12 December 2008 17:09 (fifteen years ago) link
a midget in a tuxedo just asked me for BofA's 800 number!
― jergins, Sunday, 14 December 2008 05:08 (fifteen years ago) link
i happen to have that handy:
800-442-6680
― lxy, Sunday, 14 December 2008 05:25 (fifteen years ago) link
so did yahoo answers thank u very much
― jergins, Sunday, 14 December 2008 05:25 (fifteen years ago) link
my life's kind of funny when it's not sucking shit
― jergins, Sunday, 14 December 2008 05:26 (fifteen years ago) link
"excuse my breach"
― jelky, Sunday, 14 December 2008 07:46 (fifteen years ago) link