17:27 - 2003-10-22
The Last Few Days
Let's skip straight from Friday, when I watched Matrix Reloaded (whoohoo!!) to now, when this transpired:
Friend: I want *$
Me: Money?
Friend: No.
Friend: Well, yes
Friend: but that isn't my point
Me: What is '$ then?
Friend: I want *$
Me: What is that?
Friend: * <--star
Me: Star, uh huh
Me: And dollar sign
Friend: *$
Me: Or "s"
Friend: Sound it out little Spoo
Friend: VERBALIZE, mortal!
Me: Star...dollar?
Me: Stars?
Friend: *hand motion*
Me: Star money? Star cash?
Friend: Your getting close
Me: Star ching?
Friend: COME ON!
Friend: Starching?
Friend: Oiy
Me: Star dough? Star GREEN?
Me: Star Pay?
Friend: You were closer with "money"
Friend: Or Star Ching
Me: *snicker*
Friend: heehee
Friend: Star Ching
Me: Um Star Currency?
Friend: Come on SPOO!
Friend: Say it out loud!
Me: Starmoney?
Friend: Come on....little closer
Me: Star coins?
Friend: Almost there!
Me: Is this coins or dollars?
Friend: dollars
Me: Star dollars?
Friend: I WANT *$
Friend: Hint: Want
Friend: No, not really a hint...
Me: WHAT IS IT AND WHY DO YOU WANT IT?
Me: Star Greed?
Friend: I want it because, well you'll figure it out once you find out what $* is
Me: Star Bills?
Friend: Almost,....*hand motion*
Friend: *yelling*
Me: Star....gosh...
Friend: FINE!
Me: OOooooohhh!! STAR BUCKS!!!
Friend: YES!!
Me: DUH!! (THIS WAS IN HUGE LETTERS)
Me: *smacks head*
Friend: *cackling like a moron!*
Friend: About
Friend: TIME!
Friend: GAA!
Me: HAHAHAHA!!!!
Me: ....my gosh
Friend: Well. Now that you have figured out what $* is, I bet you can understand why I want it.
Me: I have to laugh because it's so sad
Friend: Star-Ching
Friend: SWEET
Friend: LORD
Friend: ^_~
Me: I want some Star-Ching, even if you don't.
And I think I'll tell you a bit about yesterday. You know that guy in "Alien" who has the creature come rocketting out of his guts? Well, I'm thinking I've got something similar about to happen in that region. So to cheer me up (well, not really DELIBERATELY to cheer me up, Dad just forgot to put these things out on the curb for the trashdude to pick up, sooo....) he loaded me into the bed of the truck with some rotting vegitables and we drove around the neighborhood, hunting for the ellusive garbage man. And we searched and we searched. We cried and we cried but no trashman came! I waved to some of the elmentary kids walking home from school who don't often see a girl with an alien inhabiting her stomach in the back of a pick-up, cruising around, tenderly holding a grocery bag full of mushy fridge-items.
And just so you get the gyst of things: There were two things in the bag, old frozen veggies and old frozen waffles, and by this point, they looked and felt basically the same.
In the end, after all the fun, we couldn't find the garbage man, but the quest was not in vain. Because just as I figured we'd have to give up, Dee pulled into a gas station and chunked the offending crud into THEIR trashcan! HA!
So, all in day's work for Spoo, Dee, and the alien.
