retarded: September 2007 Archives
So I just bought my ticket to go see Devo at the fair tomorrow (yippee!), and when Ticketmaster took me to the anti-ticket-buying bot screen to type in the wonky word image for verification, this is the word it gave me:

I take offense to this. Because if anyone is a lying, cheating slutbag around here, it's definitely Ticketmaster with their charging you 50% of the ticket price for "processing" and "service charges" and "giving each other handjobs."
- Select the type of loan
- Complete the application
- Submit the application
- Get the loan
In unpacking, I came across a couple of surprises I left for myself when I left Dallas. Two sticky-notes. Sticky-note quotes, the best kind of sticky-notes.
So at my going away party about a month ago, I set up all these little storefronts for all the various crap I was trying to get rid of. In the Bed Bath and Beyond section, one of the items I was trying to give away was a classic wooden rolling pin I got from my mom, and it had a ribbed cotton protective sleevie thingie. George saw it, and asked:
The second note is slightly more mysterious, because I only caught the tail end of whatever Micah was talking about. Your guess is as good as mine...


