Archive for August, 2006

Something to brighten up my day in the office

Friday, August 4th, 2006

A cutie geek just left the office. Yes, that’s right. Cute and geek. I’m planning to network the computers in this office so I’ve been calling several contractors to see if they can come up with plans to suit my budget. Well one company sent two techy guys to inspect our office and I had an instant crush on one of them. He has gorgeous eyes! I can’t help but become a bit self-conscious the whole time I was talking to them. I hope they come up with a good quotation for me so that I will choose them and he’ll come back here to install stuff. Heh.

Beware of Similies and Metaphors

Friday, August 4th, 2006

Nothing new here so I’ll just post this since I found it hilarious.

Every year, English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. Here are last year’s top 25 winners (or losers?):

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances, like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
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Update…finally

Thursday, August 3rd, 2006

I haven’t been updating this blog much because of work. There’s also nothing else to write about except for “The Cure Night” I went to last Saturday at Saguijo. It was okay although it took me by suprise just a big since I was expecting the place to be full of goths instead of groupies. It turns out that different kinds of bands were invited to play. Maybe I should have asked around some more before I actually went there. The place was so fucking packed and you know how I hate crowded areas. It was also too loud…well just one band…and I ended up with an ear and a head ache. I really am too old for things like that. Somebody look for my dentures!

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Other than the gig, nothing much has happened. That’s the life I live nowadays.