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#4856 – shirtless in seattle

1. “Killer”

2. “Glennuine”

3. “Draft”

4. “4.7% A.B.V.”

lines 2 and 3 were a cinch, line 1 wasn’t too hard (my printer outsmarted me, though — i made it a mirror image for the t-shirt transfer sheet since you iron it on backwards, but when i then selected “t-shirt transfer” for the media option the printer mirror-imaged my mirror-image, so i had to remove the mirror image option that i manually did). it peeled away some when i was applying it, so i had to touch it up with a sharpie. i know it’s not a silkscreen and i was hoping it’d look a little bit nicer, but it’s not bad bad.

line 4 is a fiasco, though:

  • i was going to try printing the whole thing out as a t-shirt transfer, but my printer ran out of black ink, and the black ink i got from feisty_fitz‘s old printer that looked like it would work has the same shape as my cartridges, but it’s just slightly too big for my print head. the color ones are the same, but the color ink tanks aren’t printing magenta for some reason or another (not that that matters when i’m trying just to get something printed out in black).
  • so i’m using these iron-on numbers, and they are stubborn and almost refuse to get on. i’m convincing them to stick, but not very well (part of the leg of the “4” fell off :P). i’m not even going to bother with a percent sign or the “A.B.V.” at this point. if i can just get my “4.7” to stay then i’ll be ok.

    it’s like the mitch hedberg skit – we’re not going to tell you which one, but one of these payments is going to be a bitch… the mailman will get shot to death, the envelope will not seal, and the stamp will be in the wrong denomination!

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    #4854 – werecat!

    the scene: glenn is in his pajamas, barefoot. roxy the cat is sprawled out on the floor of the living room.

    glenn: *walks toward roxy like frankenstein’s monster*

    roxy: *stares*

    glenn: “i guess that didn’t scare you, huh?”

    roxy: *pounces at glenn’s feet, wraps her paws around both ankles and bites his left foot*

    glenn: “YIKES!” *jumps backwards*

    roxy: *stares*

    glenn: *tries to sneak around roxy by jumping past her and whooping like dr. zoidberg*

    roxy: *continues to pounce at glenn’s feet*

    glenn: “HEY! stop that!” *walks backward down the hall to his room with roxy staring at his feet*

    and then i put shoes on. i guess she doesn’t appreciate stinky feet!

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    #4853 – lazy whirlwind

    this holiday weekend has been a lazy whirlwind, if that makes any sense at all.

    i picked up a bottle of monty python’s holy grail at the local beer-store (festive, i found out that the beer store by the giant on 198 has strongbow) and i tried it tonight. not bad, but i wouldn’t say it has a “fruity hop finish”. still, though it wasn’t horrible, it wasn’t $5 a bottle great either. now if it was a $5 milkshake…

    tomorrow’s my first day of classes for the fall semester — i’m going to have to go to campus for the statistics class, and apparently they’ve changed up the statistics books since earlier this year when i last took the class. that’s pretty lame. i don’t want to pay $95 for a statistics textbook when i’ve already got one.

    i’d like to do more writing about the past few days, but i had better get to bed while i still can before it gets too late.

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    #4852 – eat a bag of lolz

    natty bones is giving directions over the phone to mibbs breaking ribs just when she gets cut off in traffic…

    natty bones: “so then you’ll want to make a right, and keep straight along that road there…”

    mibbs breaking ribs: *to the driver who cut her off* “EAT A BAG OF DICKS!”

    natty bones: “…well that’s the last time i give YOU directions!”

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    shortly after talking about how essie ecks’ dog places his paws at just the right (or wrong) height when he jumps up to guys that he ends up hitting guys right in the crotch…

    dirty marty: *doubled over in pain* “OH! YOU GOT BOTH OF THEM!”