Glamourbomb

Linked to by gremliness, the glamourbomb is a little package of Interesting/Surreal/Beautiful where it will interrupt the day of someone who needs a little more magic(k) in their lives, and hopefully serve its purpose.

My friend Ginger developed a something akin to the glamourbomb:

A little slip of paper with the words "Don't Worry, Be Happy!" and a smiley-face on one side, and an absolute nonsense phrase on the other. By nonsense phrase, this means of course absolute nonsense. "Glide brain symphony twist" might work.

Make up a bunch of these and randomly leave them. Many in close proximity to each other works well.

I took this a level up some years later with my dorm. I compiled a list of phrases (there were some 900 of them), and overnight a slip of paper bearing a nonsense phrase appeared on *every door* in the entire dormitory. Not excluding doors that were, say, the covers to fuse boxes. The dorm was confused and delighted. I walked around to find that some doors had collected bunches of the tags (about fortune cookie fortune size) and kept them until the end of the semester...

Only a few people ever figured out who was responsible.

The things we do to our friends...

AzureLunatic: Lemme guess, you get things done?
*** Auto-response from SithJawa: Working. And definitely not reading any more of Dex's Diner tonight. Damn lunatic ^.^
AzureLunatic: *cackles*

Compliments

The statement "Good work, agent." from spacemummy fills me with inexplicable delight.

TV

Actually watched some last night, as Marx was kind enough to get the damn thing working. Poked nose into the Simpsons; poked nose into Malcolm in the Middle. King of the Hill was an excellent opportunity to take a shower. Unfortunately it wasn't done when I got back out, so I turned down the volume to nothing and played with Tigereye.

Red did something very strange last night: came up with an error code 111 about the CMOS memory size. Votania eventually hit F2 when Echo didn't respond to her page (this being a little out of my expertise, me being tired and effectively drunk) and it went with the default settings.

Inertia

I don't wanna do anything today.

Somehow, my encounter with the carrots has changed most of my energy into lassitude.

School memories

The three of us in the mornings versus Channel 3.

Reading:

Sourcery, Terry Pratchett
The Fire and the Rose, Abby & Domina

GHAAAA!

amberfox, you TEASE!

You send me after a 34-part WIP --- AND IT STOPS AT THE KISS!!!

Talk about, talk about, talk about moooooovin'

Helped evealone get his pad cleaned up and boxed up and ready for his grandma to come and scoop him out of Phoenix tomorrow.

Midway through got headachey and dizzy. Am same now, despite the few slices of rare pot roast I just muched.

Figured out what about the pot roast was nauseating me: the smell of the potatoes. I can't handle carbs on an empty stomach now?

Fics..

Mmmm. Snape....

Discovery:

Tequila tastes like a burned batch of butterscotch. A bad burned batch of butterscotch. A botched bad burned batch of butterscotch.

votania can't handle it anymore, either.