presidential erection

ru doesn't know the difference between erection and election. when 2008 comes, she will have so much trouble with FBI and CIA on libel issues. haha.

bookstar called in today while i was grocery shopping and informed me that dirk gently's hollistic detective agency has arrived. so now my douglas adams collection is complete. currently still reading the long dark teatime of the soul and it has been extremely hilarious so far. i have made it a habit of mine to fold the corner of the page that has some hilarious sentences on it so that it will be easier for me to refer back to them in the future, since experience has told me that they will come in handy in the future. here are some of them:

"what he needed, he had been thinking, was a client. he had been thinking that as a matter of habit. it was what he always thought at this time of the morning. what he had forgotten was that he had one."

"it stood there with a sort of glazed, blank look to it, and had a note from his father stuck on the front panel saying whatever he was doing, stop it. it was signed 'you-know-who,' but this had been crossed out and first the word 'odin' and then in large letters 'your father' had been substituted. odin never ceased to make absolutely clear his view of his son's intellectual accomplishments."

"thor searched for any way of saying 'glue me to the floor' that doesn't sound like 'glue me to the floor,' but eventually the pause got too long and he had to give up."

"the electronic I-ching calculator was badly made. it had probably been manufactured in whichever of the southeast asian countries was busy tooling up to do to south korea what south korea was busy doing to japan. glue technology had obviously not progressed in that country to the point where things could be successfully held together with it. already the back had half fallen off and needed to be stuck back on with sellotape."

"a few seconds later the waiter returned bearing a herb omelet and a single breadstick. dirk explained that this wasn't what his order. the waiter shrugged and said that it wasn't his fault. dirk had no idea what to say to this and said so. he was still having a great deal of difficulty speaking. the waiter asked dirk if the knew that he had broken his nose and dirk said yedth, dthagg you berry budge, he did. the waiter said his friend neil had once broken his nose and dirk said that he hoped it hurd like hell, which seemed to draw the conversation to a close. the waiter took the omelet and left, vowing never to return."

on a bitter sidenote, i hate the guts of people who underestimate just about everything that they have to confront. dank should know what/who/whichbastard i am talking about. sorry, mister, but that logical explanation --- if it was even logical at all --- that you gave was preceeded by my logical explanation of the exact same premise, proof, and conclusion by about a good six months, and using classical, deterministic physics, it is safe to conclude that the sad realization that your logic was entirely wrong, will also be preceeded by mine by about a good six months. my realization came just about a month ago, so, provided that you are able to do the math properly, yours won't come until about five months from now, and by then it will all be too late.

it's nice to have nothing to do again. at least for a night. tomorrow is GRE study day, then more pyro action at night. come down to the shores. we are once again attempting to bake a frozen pizza in a bonfire.