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» Petty Sabotage
At the h-bar and lounge
Basically, the university here supplies the physics undergraduates with our own study lounge. Unfortunately, it's usually full of cigar-smoking pricks with nothing better to do than solve Bezel functions and chat incessantly about undergraduate research. So around the end of the semester, I changed all the auto-correct settings on MS Word. Things like "physics" now read "pyschics" and astronomy read "astrology". Not to mention a crapload of other ridiculous, yet subtle changes.
Heh Heh, I can still remember walking in after class and seeing a group of pricks gathered around a computer, trying to figure out what had happened to their undergraduate research paper. Evidently they had neglected to proofread it before submitting for publishing. Oops. :-)
(Sat 7th May 2005, 10:38, More)
At the h-bar and lounge
Basically, the university here supplies the physics undergraduates with our own study lounge. Unfortunately, it's usually full of cigar-smoking pricks with nothing better to do than solve Bezel functions and chat incessantly about undergraduate research. So around the end of the semester, I changed all the auto-correct settings on MS Word. Things like "physics" now read "pyschics" and astronomy read "astrology". Not to mention a crapload of other ridiculous, yet subtle changes.
Heh Heh, I can still remember walking in after class and seeing a group of pricks gathered around a computer, trying to figure out what had happened to their undergraduate research paper. Evidently they had neglected to proofread it before submitting for publishing. Oops. :-)
(Sat 7th May 2005, 10:38, More)
» Crap meals out
Crap Indian Food
My girlfriend's roomates are notorious for liking dodgy restaurants, but unfortunately for us, we didn't know that at the beginning of last year of Uni.
So, to make a long story short, they conviced us to eat dinner with them at this "wonderful little Indian restaurant" on the strip.
The place was actually and old frat house with the living area converted to be the dining area (uh oh). All over the walls and tables there are reviews and newspaper clippings; not a single one newer than 2002 (Strike two).
The waiter is this nervous looking black/indian woman with this overly severe indian guy about two steps behind her, yelling the entire way. After taking our order, she in him retreated intot he back (presumeably they were the cooks too?) - where I saw through a not-so-concealing curtain - the indian guy give her one hell of a smack across the face.
After about 45 minutes of waiting, I'd about had it. The final straw was the Chicken Saag the waitresss eventually brought me; it looked like someone had taken a right big soupy shit in a bowl. My girlfriend ended up with a bowl of something red, with clearish meaty brown chunks swimming in it (Imagine the eyeball soup from Indian Jones).
Sorry to say, I did pay even though I ate nothing but bread. I was just terrified I would indirectly lead to the death of our waitress.
Ah, sorry for length. First timer.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 15:22, More)
Crap Indian Food
My girlfriend's roomates are notorious for liking dodgy restaurants, but unfortunately for us, we didn't know that at the beginning of last year of Uni.
So, to make a long story short, they conviced us to eat dinner with them at this "wonderful little Indian restaurant" on the strip.
The place was actually and old frat house with the living area converted to be the dining area (uh oh). All over the walls and tables there are reviews and newspaper clippings; not a single one newer than 2002 (Strike two).
The waiter is this nervous looking black/indian woman with this overly severe indian guy about two steps behind her, yelling the entire way. After taking our order, she in him retreated intot he back (presumeably they were the cooks too?) - where I saw through a not-so-concealing curtain - the indian guy give her one hell of a smack across the face.
After about 45 minutes of waiting, I'd about had it. The final straw was the Chicken Saag the waitresss eventually brought me; it looked like someone had taken a right big soupy shit in a bowl. My girlfriend ended up with a bowl of something red, with clearish meaty brown chunks swimming in it (Imagine the eyeball soup from Indian Jones).
Sorry to say, I did pay even though I ate nothing but bread. I was just terrified I would indirectly lead to the death of our waitress.
Ah, sorry for length. First timer.
(Sat 29th Apr 2006, 15:22, More)
» That's when I knew it was over...
I met a girl at Uni...
..she already had a boyfriend, but she assured me that he meant nothing to her anymore and that when we got back, she was going to dump him (I was young....er). At any rate, tried to keep up through phone/e-mail/etc when one night , while listening to her rant on about some crap book she was writing (I dare say), she launches into a description of how she blew him the previous night.
Needless to say, it was over that night. And hey, I got so smashed the next night, that I had an unfortunate run-in with a grossly large (and not drunk, mind you) heifer, which in turn led me to my current g/f. So hey, I guess it turned out all right!
OOooOO, almost forgot! I knew it was over between her and him when he shipped off to Iraq. HA!
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 7:15, More)
I met a girl at Uni...
..she already had a boyfriend, but she assured me that he meant nothing to her anymore and that when we got back, she was going to dump him (I was young....er). At any rate, tried to keep up through phone/e-mail/etc when one night , while listening to her rant on about some crap book she was writing (I dare say), she launches into a description of how she blew him the previous night.
Needless to say, it was over that night. And hey, I got so smashed the next night, that I had an unfortunate run-in with a grossly large (and not drunk, mind you) heifer, which in turn led me to my current g/f. So hey, I guess it turned out all right!
OOooOO, almost forgot! I knew it was over between her and him when he shipped off to Iraq. HA!
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 7:15, More)