Monday, September 13, 2004
@#&$!
Hola. Me llamo Brian. Yo tengo un blog. Aqui esta.
That's what 6 years of Spanish got me. It doesn't make complete sense without the accents, but I'm not too concerned. Before I get too far off track, let's take a look at a comment from a MesteeBlogger reader:
Dear Mestee,
Question: Why do you change your blog's subtitles?
Comment: Links to web sites like ESPN.com, redsox.com, and patriots.com would be nice, especially around this time of year.
Concern: I think you should talk to your doctor about your neuroses.
Sincerely,
A Curious and Concerned Commentator
Dear C.C.C,
I have addressed your question and comment, though you may have to remain concerned, for I will not be seeking treatment for my neuroses. Perhaps my neuroses does not even exist, though I suppose that would make me a hypochondriac. Perhaps you do not trust my self-diagnosis. If only to get one diagnosis right, I believe that Irfan suffers from Palmar Hyperhidrosis and possibly Plantar Hyperhidrosis.
Truly Yours,
Brian
We went to Hurricane O'Reilly's on Friday for Sheri's roommate's birthday. I believe a good time was had by all -- particularly Jimmy, who made an *ahem* early exit of sorts. After last call, we managed to catch the Night Owl bus from Government Center. This bus is key, in that it costs about one twentieth of a cab ride from Boston to Medford. On Saturday night, I was not so lucky. Brendan and I went out to Kenmore together, since he was meeting people at Jillian's and I was meeting some friends at An Tua Nua. The people I was meeting are from Newton, so it looked like I might have to catch a cab by myself. Luckily, in a friend of a friend of a friend connection, I managed to find two girls from Harvard that needed to go to Davis Square. The cab dropped them off and they paid me their share, then I took the cab the rest of the way to Boston Ave. The total was around $24 and I thought I paid the cab driver $27 (I was dealing with a lot of singles). As I was walking across the street, I thought that maybe I should have given him another dollar. I turned around and he was already yelling at me.
Cabbie: #@*! you, you *&$@ing !%#&@!*.
Brian: What?
Cabbie: I said #@*! you, you *&$@ing !%#&@!*. You pay me $24 only!!
Brian: That is a complete lie. I paid you at least $27.
Cabbie: No...you pay me $24 only!
Brian: Listen, here's another dollar.
At this point, I begin walking away again, then I hear him yelling again.
Cabbie: The next time I see you...
I imagined he would say something like "I will slaughter your first-born child" or "I will gouge your eyes and use your spleen as a hockey puck", but instead, he opted for:
...I will not pick you up!
Not the scariest threat I've ever heard, though he did attempt to add emphasis by peeling out in my direction. Anyway, that's just about it for today.
You have to check out this article, if only for the photo that accompanies it.
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That's what 6 years of Spanish got me. It doesn't make complete sense without the accents, but I'm not too concerned. Before I get too far off track, let's take a look at a comment from a MesteeBlogger reader:
Dear Mestee,
Question: Why do you change your blog's subtitles?
Comment: Links to web sites like ESPN.com, redsox.com, and patriots.com would be nice, especially around this time of year.
Concern: I think you should talk to your doctor about your neuroses.
Sincerely,
A Curious and Concerned Commentator
Dear C.C.C,
I have addressed your question and comment, though you may have to remain concerned, for I will not be seeking treatment for my neuroses. Perhaps my neuroses does not even exist, though I suppose that would make me a hypochondriac. Perhaps you do not trust my self-diagnosis. If only to get one diagnosis right, I believe that Irfan suffers from Palmar Hyperhidrosis and possibly Plantar Hyperhidrosis.
Truly Yours,
Brian
We went to Hurricane O'Reilly's on Friday for Sheri's roommate's birthday. I believe a good time was had by all -- particularly Jimmy, who made an *ahem* early exit of sorts. After last call, we managed to catch the Night Owl bus from Government Center. This bus is key, in that it costs about one twentieth of a cab ride from Boston to Medford. On Saturday night, I was not so lucky. Brendan and I went out to Kenmore together, since he was meeting people at Jillian's and I was meeting some friends at An Tua Nua. The people I was meeting are from Newton, so it looked like I might have to catch a cab by myself. Luckily, in a friend of a friend of a friend connection, I managed to find two girls from Harvard that needed to go to Davis Square. The cab dropped them off and they paid me their share, then I took the cab the rest of the way to Boston Ave. The total was around $24 and I thought I paid the cab driver $27 (I was dealing with a lot of singles). As I was walking across the street, I thought that maybe I should have given him another dollar. I turned around and he was already yelling at me.
Cabbie: #@*! you, you *&$@ing !%#&@!*.
Brian: What?
Cabbie: I said #@*! you, you *&$@ing !%#&@!*. You pay me $24 only!!
Brian: That is a complete lie. I paid you at least $27.
Cabbie: No...you pay me $24 only!
Brian: Listen, here's another dollar.
At this point, I begin walking away again, then I hear him yelling again.
Cabbie: The next time I see you...
I imagined he would say something like "I will slaughter your first-born child" or "I will gouge your eyes and use your spleen as a hockey puck", but instead, he opted for:
...I will not pick you up!
Not the scariest threat I've ever heard, though he did attempt to add emphasis by peeling out in my direction. Anyway, that's just about it for today.
You have to check out this article, if only for the photo that accompanies it.
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