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[austin_tycho]

Me (3:31:55 PM): did you know I was going to Atlanta for maybe close to 2 weeks in April?
Brö (3:32:17 PM): Yay! Tell me about it! It's to visit the pope, ja?
Me (3:32:47 PM): yeah, there's going to be a cardinal convocation, and she's sending me a $150 stipend to attend! Can you believe that shit?
Brö (3:32:59 PM): Jeebux!
Me (3:33:20 PM): of course, that will barely get me out there, but still. I'm a cardinal! Ha!
Brö (3:33:59 PM): You're a cardinal! I'm so proud of you for doing all of this shit!
Me (3:34:33 PM): but she said I could stay there for free. I think I'll drive out so I won't be stuck in the house the whole time. See the sites in Atlanta.
Me (3:34:45 PM): Bob said I shouldn't go see the Coke museum or I will cry.
Brö (3:35:31 PM): Why on earth would the Coke museum make you cry?
Brö (3:35:43 PM): Does it come from the brain stems of kittens or something?
Me (3:36:17 PM): apparently it outlines how Coke is going to take over the world, and how they've succeeded, more or less. He knows corporations give me hives, and Coke is the grand daddy of corporations.
Me (3:37:05 PM): he said if I did go, to be careful in the room of 1,000 Coke flavors (every flavor Coke ever made), because natives will try to trick me into tasting the ass-flavored ones.
Brö (3:37:39 PM): Oh hell, but it's a soft drink, fer chrissakes! And there's something to be said for the fact that it's really delicious, and I don't care if they sell it to Cubans with no arms or whatever, because if it makes their jobs of assembling soccer balls with their teeth a little easier, give 'em the damn coke, I say!
Brö (3:37:49 PM): *pant pant*...okay, I'm cool :-)
Me (3:38:33 PM): and then there's the mountain with all the Confederate mofos carved into it.
Me (3:38:40 PM): and the Weather Channel.
Brö (3:39:03 PM): Yeah, and the Superstation!
Brö (3:39:14 PM): And...some...sports teams, I think!
Me (3:39:20 PM): or something!
Brö (3:39:39 PM): Did you know what a jolly fun superbowl we just had?
Brö (3:39:50 PM): It really was a treat for the non-very-interested, like us.
Me (3:40:47 PM): oh? I remain clueless
Brö (3:42:21 PM): Well! It was the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, or however the fuck you spell it, versus the slightly insane Oakland Raiders.
Me (3:42:48 PM): Arrrr!
Brö (3:43:01 PM): Tampa has suck since Moses, they've never made it to the post-season (the special games that determine who plays in the superbowl) and they just made their uniforms 1000% cooler a couple years back.
Me (3:43:18 PM): are these the same Buccaanneerrs that sucked ass whenever we did follow football?
Me (3:43:20 PM): Yeah, them
Brö (3:43:37 PM): Oakland has stupid fans who act like loud viking cocks, and paint their faces, and such. They behave like stupid drunken asses.
Me (3:43:57 PM): so cool uniforms prevail over drunken assness!
Brö (3:44:13 PM): Anyway, Oakland Raiders were expected to turn the Bucks (cool people speak for Buccaneers) into little crying girl meatballs, right?
Me (3:44:25 PM): k...
Brö (3:44:42 PM): And Tampa Bay just beat the ever-lovin' snot out of the Raiders, and there was much rejoicing, yaaayyyy...yadda yadda.
Me (3:44:52 PM): Yatta!
Brö (3:44:55 PM): It was quite fun to watch. And the commercials were good.
Brö (3:44:56 PM): LOLOL
Brö (3:44:58 PM): Yatta!
Me (3:45:33 PM): heh heh heh
Me (3:45:46 PM): Did they have the 'SUVs support terrorism' commercials then?
Brö (3:46:12 PM): No. That would have been peachy, but no. :-\
Brö (3:46:43 PM): Were they supposed to play during the superbowl?
Me (3:47:06 PM): I dunno, I heard they aired though
Brö (3:47:44 PM): I heard them on NPR. The fact that they were making fun of the commercials they were making fun of made me shed tears of joy.
[later]
Brö (4:27:18 PM): I think I'm getting a stiffy. $737 [income tax] refund. :-D
Brö (4:27:21 PM): Dontcha just hate me?
Me (4:27:35 PM): yes. If we have to pay, I'm going to scream.
Brö (4:28:26 PM): Everybody hates me because I get a nice holiday bonus, a big income tax refund, I own a 2000 Toyota and I have thick, lustrous hair. :'( My wallet's too small for my fifties and hundreds, and my diamond shoes are too tight!
Me (4:29:50 PM): waah! You suck! We have a house! And 3 cats! And 2 aquaria! And motorcycles! And the blessings of the Lord and the state on our marriage! Nyaah!
Brö (4:31:40 PM): I'm telling you, driving a Toyota, smoking weed, and doing well at your job put you into some sort of cosmic synchronicity that results in occasional infusions of money showing up. I call it 'being pure of heart'.
Brö (4:31:56 PM): For that, I'll probably end up getting randomly gang-audited by the IRS.
Me (4:33:15 PM): that's because of what I call 'hubris'
Brö (4:35:10 PM): Hubris can toss my salad.
Brö (4:35:15 PM): :-P
Me (4:35:58 PM): yeah, you'll say that when the IRS comes at you with the big spiky dong.
Brö (4:36:24 PM): I'm gay. They might as well come at me with chocolates and comfy pillows.
Brö (5:07:34 PM): Goodness, I believe I'm done. They'll take about $20, half for their fee and half for the option of having them deduct it from my refund (as opposed to paying it now by credit card, which I didn't feel like doing).
Me (5:08:20 PM): woot! And you'll get it a lot faster, I imagine
Brö (5:09:05 PM): 10-16 days
Brö (5:09:07 PM): Hang on...
Brö (5:10:07 PM): Had to translate some Spanish, took more brain than I had to spare at the moment.
Brö (5:10:17 PM): Yep, should go okay. I still fear the random audit, but I did do everything honestly.
Me (5:10:19 PM): why?
Brö (5:10:25 PM): And always have. I don't fuck with the G, ya know.
Me (5:10:42 PM): I mean, why did you have to translate?
Brö (5:10:59 PM): It was at the beginning of a Prince song called Pussy Control.
Me (5:11:18 PM): =-O
Brö (5:11:37 PM): Nuestra presentacion comenzara en breve. Pero ontes, un mensaje de nuestros alspeciadores (no idea how that last word should be spelled).
Brö (5:12:38 PM): You can translate it, hmmmmmm?
Me (5:13:57 PM): Our presentation will begin shortly... but (something) a something of our something?
Brö (5:15:22 PM): Yes! Give that lady a job at the U.N. I think it's Our presentation will begin shortly, but first, a message from our sponsors.
Me (5:16:07 PM): a winner is me!
Brö (5:17:08 PM): Yatta! Jason is coming over. Looks like Tom and I will then do a quick run to Brockbustah/HEB. I will get stamps and laundry detergent at HEB, while Tom gets a cable to connect his gamecube and his gameboy advance from brockbustah, along with any new games they have available for rent, and any movies I tell him to get.
Brö (5:17:41 PM): He's here! He just called the front gate! Must go put on pants. :-)
Me (5:17:50 PM): bai!
Brö (5:17:52 PM): Have a bitchin rest of the day at work, kitten :-D
Me (5:17:57 PM): tanks