Yawn.

Having one of those blah days (or is it a blah life)?

Did get a whole bunch of errands done though, went on a spending spree on Amazon for some new toys I can use for geocaching and babe watching, got my car washed, the oil changed, the tires rotated, and bought some more winter gear, including cashmere gloves.

Wait, did I say babe watching? I meant BIRD watching.

And now that I’ve cleared my plate I’m pretty much twiddling my thumbs here, waiting for tomorrow when I start my marketing campaign. As part of my brilliant strategy to raise brand awareness for my blog, I’m also having over 100 wooden nickels printed with my name and blog link on it, which I’ll be dropping off at geocaches from time to time. Dude I’m telling you, it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be such a hot commodity that I’ll be working the morning show circuits on a regular basis. :shades:

Oh, and women still suck by the way. I was ignored by just about everyone the past weekend, including the waitress at Boulder Creek who would not look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge my existence, despite me being smiley and all kinds of nice to her. Effing whore.

But anyhoo, I’m not too bothered by it, I’ve just come to accept the fact that the Bible was wrong about the origins of women, and that it was in fact the devil himself who created them to destroy man. So you see, the story of the talking serpent deceiving Eve is actually a bit misinterpreted. The way I read it now, they were in on it together. She wasn’t deceived, she knew EXACTLY what she was doing. It was all a grand conspiracy between the mother of all whores and the father of all evil to ensure that man would experience nothing but pain and misery for all his days. And sure enough, the plot succeeded.

What? I’m not bitter. That’s not why I saying this. It’s what really happened, I know it! The science is settled! :koolaid:

Bah, I’m gonna go have dinner now.

Tags: amazon, devil, geocaching, marketing, marketing campaign, spending spree, weekend, women, women suck, wooden nickels
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19 Responses to “Yawn.”

Vince wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 07:27:pm
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Boulder Creek? Are you on another vacation?

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 07:45:pm
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Whaaa? I was just having lunch. Vacation starts next month. :dance:

Vince wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 07:57:pm
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So Boulder Creek is in Brooklyn?

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 08:00:pm
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Fuhgetabotit!

Vince wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 08:10:pm
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Well I can tell by the succinct way you answer a question that you work for the Gubment.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 08:14:pm
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That’s gubmint, not gubment.

And let us all thank God for that too, as I am the only semi-competent, community college graduate on the payroll here too. :banana:

Vince wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 08:32:pm
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Mint, like where they store and print money. Only we have none to store so they are printing mo money and heading for a recession!

RovingPoet wrote a comment on January 12, 2010 @ 10:17:pm
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Poor little manchild in a broken promised land. Just couldn’t say no to the succubus show. Good thing you wised up with the revised edition.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on January 13, 2010 @ 12:02:pm
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That’s the second time in as many days that I’ve been called a manchild. :blink: I smell another conspiracy…

RovingPoet wrote a comment on January 13, 2010 @ 11:18:pm
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You would be the manchild if you couldn’t say no to the succubus show. But you have signed off on that show as per your post. Are you conspiring against yourself? Libs do things like that. Please stop that.

RovingPoet wrote a comment on January 13, 2010 @ 11:20:pm
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P.S. :innocent:

....Annie wrote a comment on January 13, 2010 @ 11:54:pm
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Hey Linc,

I’m thinking the term ‘manchild’ might be a good fit … :nolisten:

I’m confused though,

including the waitress at Boulder Creek who would not look at me, talk to me, or acknowledge my existence,

… was it your waitress?

:eyeroll: You’ve got to remember to turn off your invisibility; if your all loaded down with ‘bird’ watching gear, you might come across as and ‘effing’ a-hole.

Not everyone just knows your fabulous. :yak:

Don’t forget to have fun :think:

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on January 15, 2010 @ 11:08:pm
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@RovingPoet: Haaaaaaaah you can’t fool me with them angel wings, I’m on to you! :tongue:

@Annie: She was the one who sat me down (the one that greets you at the door and brings you to a table). Since I was with my family, she addressed them and totally ignored me. Ah well. :sigh:

...Annie wrote a comment on January 16, 2010 @ 02:41:pm
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Oh, that one is called a hostess [and it's pretty well known (or should be) amongst women, to show respect to the lady of the party, and perhaps not be distracted by the handsome gentlemen she's walked in with] and she should have greeted you as a party…
Better luck next time.

RovingPoet wrote a comment on January 17, 2010 @ 02:01:pm
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You are not yet onto you, but I am kindly encouraging you in that direction. :nono:

Chat this wrote a comment on January 20, 2010 @ 06:56:am
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Back when I was hostess, I would seat people then ignore them. Once their butt hits the chair theyre the waitresses problem. It’s not like most hostesses get tips so I wouldnt take the lack of fawning over you personally, they just already know the politeness or lack of it wont earn them any money, so why bother?

BTW LOVING the Eve/Satan theory= CLASSIC LINC!