Hooters is vastly underrated.
No work done on paper. Did end up going for beer and wings with a friend of my dad's though. He suggested Hooters, and I didn't have any problem with that. I'm not the hugest fan of the chicken wings there (I prefer Boston Pizza's) but the breasts were nice. I'm quite surprised that the girl serving the table one over from us was able to fit into her top, but the laws of physics continue to amaze me even now. Again, not that I have any problem with this...

Right into the links we go!
So where do you fit on the spectrum? See, you might have heard of the political compass, which charts you based on your answers according to the Authoritarian/Libertarian and economic Left/Right scales. Now that has merit, but it's not too useful. I would much rather be a Elf-Ninja (I think... still not sure) than a Socialist Libertarian (which I believe I am, but I'm not going into that right now). So where do you fit on the Elf/Dwarf and Pirate/Ninja scales? (And despite what you may have heard, you can't be a ninja-pirate. Half-and-half maybe, but not both.)

I'm pitifully late on this, since my link queue is rather long, but I'm posting nonetheless. Good job there, with the whole "thinking plan through" bit. The funniest part is that in the version I saw in the Citizen, they had an additional blurb about a man who tried to kill himself by driving into a snowbank. When police went to check to see if he was ok, they found that he had also slit his wrists and had a boa constrictor around his neck. He ended up surviving; guess he didn't try hard enough.

I must see this movie. My curiosity is such that I must view with mine own eyes the evidence that Jack Chick has mounted to prove that without Jesus I am doomed. If the comics are any representative, it would make for some entertaining viewing at the very least.

Finally, as a bonus for giving you a rerun about the cross thing, here's some panda porn. Regardless of your opinions on the mighty animals, perhaps things are just meant to be when you need to educate them on how to screw to save their species. Just a thought.

Esperanto!
Sometime in the late 1800s, some Polish guy decided that for people to co-exist peacefully, we need to have a common tongue. To fix the problem, he decided to make his own, and the result was Esperanto. It is indeed pretty easy to learn, since I picked up a chunk of it just going through the primer my co-worker showed to me today. Kind of like a Spanish-lite. I don't know if it counts as a dead language though. Does anyone learn this as their first language and teach it to their kids? I can't imagine they would, but one never can tell with these things... If I ever become fluent (not bloody likely) I will be sure to pass on my mighty knowledge of this underappreciated (one could say rightfully so) speechcraft.

And that's that. Sorry I don't have more, but other than ogling girls over beer and wings and hockey, not much happened today. It was very nice out though, so I think either today or tomorrow I will be purchasing myself a pair of inline skates. I'd get a bike, but then I'd have to find a junker or worry about selling it when I leave, and rollerblades I can just pack up and ship or something.

Oh! I just remembered - I fixed my phone jack! Picked up the part from Radio Shack and spent about 15 minutes lying on the floor stripping off the old busted one and rigging up the jack of the future! Well, not really, but at least I don't get disconnected anymore, and I also don't have a phone cord running across my room. Not as nice as wireless, but one does what one can. The odds might be in my favor for upgrading to a laptop though. My dad has mentioned that he would like to either upgrade his comp or buy a new one, and since I know he'll get a slightly used, middle class rig, I might be able to pawn mine off and get a new shiny portable sucker! This would be very good indeed, since I could then try and weasel my way into getting some wireless action going, and from there, the sky's the limit! Muahahahahahahaha!

Sorry. Anyways, lunch needs to be made, so I will go vanish now.

Poof.  ¶ 7:54 p.m.