So when Rehnquist tries to say he's thinking retirement now, too late for an appointment before the election, and with the potential loss of the Senate even if he wins, Cheney snaps. He pulls the tube out of Rehnquist's neck and whips out his cock. Rehnquist, wide-eyed, now wishing he had chosen death over the horror that is about to happen, gasps for air. "Gonna have to fuck your neck-hole, Bill," Cheney says, slapping his cock around, trying to get an erection, thinking about Mary and her partner 69ing, thinking about dismembered Iraqi children, all the things that usually make him hard.My fucking Guile thread cancellation thing doesn't work at all. I'm totally frustrated with it and stymied. Euchhh. I did, however, fix a database thing that wasn't working in gzochi. Whatever.
Does Krasdale make anything that's not cheap and delicious? Their onion rings and seasoned fries: Delightful. Their frozen pizza: Sublime. Their waffles: Transcendant, and certainly light-years ahead of Eggo. Jesus. Their frozen mixed veggies: Gave me extremely painful mud-butt. So that's one thing.
I thought I whined about grad-school recommendations already in this thing, but going back through the archives, I can't find it. Well, I asked this professor of mine for a recommendation back in August, and he made me jump through all of these hoops, basically, to get it. So I finally e-mail him all the information he'd asked for, and I don't hear squat from him -- at all. Not even any indication that he'd received any of my hard-won information that he'd asked for. And I sort of forget about it for a while. And then I realize, I gave him Nov. 2nd as a deadline for it, and it's practically Nov. 2nd now. So I e-mail him to politely ask how things are going, and he writes back almost immediately explaining that he just had decided to ignore a bunch of his old e-mail but that he'd get right on my thing. Deek!
Oh yeah, and THE YANKEES WIN THE PENNANT!