Celebrations Summer :D!

Face droids?? But sir, I'm clearly a mechanoid!

Anyhow, let's continue...as I can still recite letter Z close to the original text...

Code:

Z is for Zuckuss

Uh-oh, here's that bad quartet of bounty hunters,
Zuckuss, Bossk, Fett, and 88...
I'm very glad to state that I have never met Zuckuss, Bossk, or Boba Fett...
And if I had a date, for lunch with IG-88...
I think I'd be late.

I think I've still got this tape around somewhere...I need to MP3 it for keepsaking....

And of course, I forgot the infamous intro:

Code:

These are the Star Wars ABCs.
You can read along with C-3P0 and me
in your book.

You'll know it is time to turn the page when you hear R2-D2 beep like this...
(beeps)
Let's begin now!

BakaMattSu, I dunno...Dengar and 4-LOM may have something to say about the about bounty hunter rhyme...after all, they were part of that infamous group too...

 

hahahaha i feel like i missed out on the whole star wars craze thing...we have the gremlin ones like that(2 of em that we can find now) and one for the return of the kings(hey, it's got the song "where there's a whip, there's a way" on it...there is now way you can dis that! lol*^-^*

 

And the compelling saga continues...

I go off for a weekend to visit my friend without the realization of what it meant when I returned last weekend...yes, more weeds. Gah.

I'll never doubt the meaning of the phrase "you've shot up like a weed" ever again. Sad to say, after my weekends a while back of taking the whacker across the parking lot, splashing weed juice all over myself in the heat of summer, all my work was for naught.

The weeds had grown back with a passion, this time towering at their full height...and some of them had even gained forms of self-defense in the form of pricks....and this time to get the job done, I was without neither whacker nor mower...it was all pure BMS.

So I was given a big plastic bag, and set to work, crouching down on the pavement and uprooting the buggers one by stinkin' one. It's a lot more tiring than it seems, especially with the big-rooted sons of guns...

That's when I once again put to use a weapon in my arsenal...the shovel! Yes, I took out the rusty old shovel that's probably been around the building longer than I've even existed. And from there I hacked and whacked like I ever could...

In the end, after the battle ended, and the sun went down I had once again emerged triumphant, albeit dead tired. But they'll be back. They always grow back...

BakaMattSu, soon to be a major motion picture...

 

And then what sucks more than weeds so tall you could go missing in them? The garbage. I really detest people who insist on littering...especially in the areas I have to clean. Especially when I'm mowing down weeds and get a nice plastic bag caught in the blades...Oh it's great when the antique I'm using shakes like the nozzle of an out-of-control airplane...and even better is the shower of bag bits that spews out afterwards.

If you can't tell, I wasn't a very happy camper this weekend. And I had to have encountered about 6 such bags after scouring the weeds and pulling out 5 others...The worst are those handy little Subway packages. They suck in at a moments notice and burst with a nice big WHAM, and then it's raining plastic...the shopping bags, on the other hand, get caught and make the motor time out...meaning I'm forced to pull off the thing by hand before resuming my work.

I mean, is it too much to ask that your trash makes it to a bin or can? Why must people make my life (and the environment) miserable? *sigh*...How much summer is left?

 

you seem to be going through the misconcetion that the average person is willing to go five feet to the garbage can. it's muche asier to drop it where they are. i go though this at work too...tho, not with weeds and a lawn mower...but apparently, i keep missing the sign that says cd racks are really garbage cans...and popcorn belongs on the floor, and kids don't need to be watched by the parents...

 

I feel somewhat misrepresented in your above statement, BB, as I consider myself an "average person"...but I try to maintain a clean environment. If there's no trash can around, I'll stuff things in my jacket/coat pocket....and then realize after a week that my pocket is full and I better go find a can soon.

More summer griping:

I just pulled an all-nighter (well minus 2 hours of sleep). These used to be fun. Granted, they also used to be for leisure purposes, and not me working my *** off to get a project done on time for work... Blah. You young members enjoy yourself while you still can - Working sucks, and takes up 80% of the rest of your life. Anyhow, I'm making myself look ignorant and illogical, but that could be the fatigue talking...Where have all my fond summer memories gone?

BakaMattSu, you'll never hear him utter the phrase "I've got nothing to do" ever again....