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[xifeng]

After the inaugural post, I have come to the conclusion that my flist is composed predominantly of weirdoes. Then again, I should probably quit looking at my flist for a bright and shining example of normalcy.


The way I feel after manual labor. I am not in love with the actual act of lifting boxes or moving furniture or any of those manly things I'm so good at, but I feel strong and self-righteous after I've managed it. If you need help moving, I'm your man.


And on that merry note, it's bedtime.

Comments

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

You'd fit right in among the land-title community.

[ziggy-prime.livejournal.com]

Probably. But the probability that I would go nuts and attack my coworkers with various office tools would be quite high. I'll stick with IT.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

Oh, we don't consider someone normal until they go nuts and attack their co-workers with various office tools. I once offered Jazzy a quarter to put her tongue in the electric stapler (she refused).

When I offered Randy a quarter to put his tongue in the electric stapler, he almost took me up on it.

True, with IT you can just hack people, or make the technologically-illiterate think that you're slowly using the radiation from the computer screen to change their/your DNA.

[ziggy-prime.livejournal.com]

I'm thinking along the lines of trying to holepunch someone to death.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

That could be a bit messy, though. Staple guns (http://www.playgroundlaw.com/cgi-bin/browse.pl?sid=4844), on the other hand, have distinct possibilities.

(No. No, I'm NOT jealous because I didn't think of it first.)