I heard a rumor today that Radio K is going to ruin change their logo. Nonetheless, I still found it in my heart to buy a couple of watts (because I try not to be a complete leech all the time). At first I was planning on calling from the All Request Hour headquarters in the Whole down in the basement of Coffman because Zach and I have made a habit of going down and harrassing the staff. However, they were jerks who wouldn’t play my requests out of time, so whatever.
The other day we had an employee banquet at work, where we feasted upon the flesh of junior employees.
So I’m watching Mythbusters and I see the ad for the “Meat Missile” episode. Of course I had to share that news with Zach, who had some new of his own.
jessepmullan: there’s meat everywhere
Zach: I’m not going to sleep
Zach: I’m just going to watch Lost
jessepmullan: hhahaahaha
jessepmullan: how many episodes in are you?
Zach: “episodes?”
Zach: I’m on an island man
Zach: and I’m lost
Cake Woman woke me up at a painful hour on Sunday to help her make cupcakes in honor of her mother’s birthday. Then we did the early preparations for crème brûlée and tested out her new blowtorch.
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My mother just got a letter saying that our reapplication for the SELF loan was declined because we had already gotten the maximum amount for the year.
I have been calling “Helping U” for days now. Here is an example of the conversations:
“Hello, my name is Jesse Mullan. I would like to inquire as to the status of my financial aid.”
“What? I don’t understand what you are asking. Financial what?”
Zach fired me twice while I was telling Cake Woman, and then she hung up on me.
This is the best day ever.
Just when I thought that I had seen the last of it, there it was again, the pumping lemma smack dab in the middle of my Computational Complexity homework. Well, at the start, anyways. If you’re wondering, I swear a lot when my brain starts to mush up from abstract thought. This actually isn’t that bad — last summer (or the summer before) when I proved that Santa was NP complete, I later swore such a blue streak — no, a black streak that the very fabric of existence split in twain and hell was unleashed upon earth.
Oh! I thought that demon from the portal today looked familiar!
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Anyways, so Zach read the email out loud and a dark portal opened to hell. The upside is that we have a pet demon in the office now. His name is N’topoleth, but we call him (it?) Nat.
I’m pretty sure that I just passed the four year anniversary of being laid off from IBS. Woo hoo! My current job is a million times better.
There was Easter, and stuff happened. You know what happens to Peeps when you put them into the microwave.
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