Suggested wine pairing: red wine vinaigrette—hold the vinaigrette.
12 YEARS!
It’s the silk anniversary of Mountain Time. Ah, what better way to celebrate a dozen trips around the sun than with worm poop (or whatever; I don’t care)?
Thanks for reading! Sorry it’s been so sparse lately—I’m working on a Pretty Big Thing. My desk is such a chaotic mess that last night a tiny man pulled out a tiny book on it, saying “Time enough at last!” before his spectacles fell off and shattered. Then he saw me and started genuflecting, beseeching me for a new pair of glasses. And like, I’m not a god, dude. I’m not even good at Excel.
God would have to be the best Excel user in the universe, right? Is that just assumed in monotheistic religions? Anyway, here’s this.
12?! That’s fucked up man
Dave was the beginning
Dave is the now
Dave will be the end
The last mountain time comic ever will be Dave converting everything to salad.
21: I know dude, I know. This place is taking its SATs and shit.
Ahno:
Once there were parking lots
Now it’s all covered with lettuce
You got it, you got it
This was a Pizza Hut
Now there are olives and feta
You got it, you got it
I mean the big guy is definitely into math. and beetles.
Glad to hear you’re working on summat, I can’t wait! In the meantime, these raretimes are nicetimes.
In another example, God can format his Word document perfectly just by willing it so, right? So the Guy has no need to keep up with the finer workings of the UI, and that’s how skills atrophy.
if your desk is a chaotic mess of primarily one thing you’re working on, you’re doing good. I just found five australian dollars and a broken krumkakepinne covered in feathers in mine. not a joke.
Let me guess — you were baking something to hide a nail file in so a prisoner in Australia can break out and buy a burger.
In the beginning there was the Word, and the Word came with Excel, Powerpoint, and that one other one nobody uses.
And you just kept reinstalling it on new computers from the same old disk your mom had.
@isto fool, the krumkake is specifically made to fit a krumkakepinne, franking machine, or cheese slicer. my last summer job was forging a krumkake for a relative in vampire prison (also known as Australia) to get him a custom franking machine so he can have a messy desk without needing to constantly count his paperwork.
12 months in a year, 12 signs of both zodiacs, 12 years since 2012: the Movie was released, 12 tribes of Israel, 12 days of Christmas, 12 monkeys in a rowboathouse, on a typewriter no less, 12 inches in a centimeter, 9 planets in the Solar System + Ceres, Eris and Sedna makes 12 planets, 12 angry men angrier than Hell itself, 12 life rules, 12 drummers drumming, and 12 years of Mountain Time.
Beautiful.
12 times I’ve looked at “12 inches in a centimeter” and thought it was beautiful.
This comment is in reference to something in the horse name review because google is being a piece of absolute garbage (like it usually is) and won’t let me sign in to comment there:
“Beef Broff” is SUCH a Homestar Runner way of naming a thing, that I’m not even entirely sure it isn’t a deliberate reference to a sbemail that specifically calls something that.