NationStates Jolt Archive

After the thrilling predictability of the "noblest" and "worst" threads, I realized that there is one category of action not recognized nearly enough: Accomplishments in the mediocre.

I nominate myself in this field: for coming in to work on this (Friday) night, then spending the entire time on NS and reading webcomics because, what the fuck man, it's a Friday night people have better things to do then come here and hassle me about printers and DVDs.

I actually (though accidentally) paid a visit to the "which country produces the weirdest porn" thread, and told everyone about the contents of the Song of Solomon.

Somebody made a comment about fundie porn, and it stirred my memory from Bible camp when I was 13....

Anyway, now I'm 15 and on NS on a Friday night, talking about fundie porn and writing poems about fluffles and killing threads. Quite bland, unless you're an NS addict...

English "cooking," if it can even be called such.

:D Most Blandest? That's not right

I nominate the sterotypical bland businessman, for existing.

:D Most Blandest? That's not right

I nominate the sterotypical bland businessman, for existing.

I nominate Freshman Seminar. :headbang:

Blandest activity in Human History:

Shaving the pills off of clothes:
http://www.maggiescrochet.com/images/Supplies/Fabric%20Shaver325_small.jpg

I had sex a few nights ago in missionary...*shrug*

Posted in this thread.

Posted in this thread.

you think that's bland? think of the 6 billion people who haven't even posted in this thread?

you think that's bland? think of the 6 billion people who haven't even posted in this thread?

But I'm self centered..

OMG I just blinked!! :)

/me ponders if one should be so worked up about such a bland action...

Blandest activity in Human History:

Shaving the pills off of clothes
I don't know, I think inventing a device which is designed to shave fuzz off of fabric is at least as bad as using one.

Purchased a beige '87 Geo Metro from a classified ad.

I haven't done it, but I've seen it happen.

English "cooking," if it can even be called such.

Black pudding anyone?

I don't know, I think inventing a device which is designed to shave fuzz off of fabric is at least as bad as using one.

I'd say it's even worse.

Church. I've done it once and never looked back *shudders*

Church. I've done it once and never looked back *shudders*

I agree.

Free verse poetry. It's like an excuse to have bad punctuation and capitalization.

Free verse poetry. It's like an excuse to have bad punctuation and capitalization.

The free verse poets you read did it all wrong then.

Church. I've done it once and never looked back *shudders*
You must have gone to a Unitarian church then. You should have gone to one of those places run by Charismatics or Snake-Handlers. They're often scary, sometimes depressing, occasionally life-endangering, but never bland.

You must have gone to a Unitarian church then. You should have gone to one of those places run by Charismatics or Snake-Handlers. They're often scary, sometimes depressing, occasionally life-endangering, but never bland.

I don't remember what kind it was. I was, like about nine, and my "friend"s parents thought it would be good for me. I was honestly creeped out by the monotone dronings of how jesus loves us, and how he showis up in places I didn't want him.

I don't remember what kind it was. I was, like about nine, and my "friend"s parents thought it would be good for me. I was honestly creeped out by the monotone dronings of how jesus loves us, and how he showis up in places I didn't want him.
Ah, see, that's the problem. The places where people attempt to grapple with dangerous reptiles, run screaming down the isle and spontaneously start babbling in "tongues"/"complete gibberish" are where you find the real religion. Anywhere else is just a quiet social club with a one-drink maximum.

White sauce on sliced white bread.

. I was honestly creeped out by the monotone droning of how Jesus loves us, and how he shows up in places I didn't want him. I know like when your in the shower or the back seat of the car with the neighbor girl. Good thing is that if you don't believe you won't see him.

I'm not saying those more radical beliefs aren't religion. Note: Blandest Things.

As for believing in this "jesus" not to worry I don't

The thread title is self-fulfilling :)

I'm not saying those more radical beliefs aren't religion. Note: Blandest Things.

As for believing in this "jesus" not to worry I don't
I'm the OP, and I'll threadjack in whatever direction I want, goddammit!

They made me do it:( :( :(

I got up this morning, that was pretty bland.

I was on the subcommittee that reviewed the proposal to change the cover of the book that regulation is in!

We kept it gray.

Politicians making speeches in Congress. I don't think I can come up with much that is anymore boring. One would think they would have slightly more passion for what they are trying to accomplish but droning is the norm. Ugh.

Is it wrong that I read 'blondest' thing a person has ever done?

Is it wrong that I read 'blondest' thing a person has ever done?
It's a one letter difference, and there is a thread with pix of hot babes floating around, so my answer is no, it is not.
I was on the subcommittee that reviewed the proposal to change the cover of the book that regulation is in!

We kept it gray.
You sir, take the cake. If it were me, I'd take a nap. However, I'd bring a pair of glasses and paint my eyes on the lenses. It'd trick the other committee members into thinking I'm awake, and make it appear darker, allowing me to sleep easier.

I spent an hour sitting outside doing absolutely nothing today (yesterday?).

The funny thing is, I did exactly the same thing last week Friday afternoon.

(yesterday?)
Not for another 20 minutes!

I spent an hour sitting outside doing absolutely nothing today (yesterday?).

The funny thing is, I did exactly the same thing last week Friday afternoon.

What is the purpose of said sitting?

I spent an hour sitting outside doing absolutely nothing today (yesterday?).

The weather's pretty nice here, so I spend a lot of time doing just that. It definitely beats spending all my time in classes and it's nice and relaxing. A perfect time to catch up on reading.

The weather's pretty nice here, so I spend a lot of time doing just that. It definitely beats spending all my time in classes and it's nice and relaxing. A perfect time to finish a bottle of vodka.Corrected.

What is the purpose of said sitting?

If I told you, I'd start whining.

So I'll pass.

A perfect time to catch up on reading.

I was bookless this time. Last time, I tried to read, and realized the book I had was a useless piece of shit.

bookless

Book I actually am inclined to read-less, anyway.

Being born.

Seriously. Everyone's done it, it's a natural thing and apparently quite common in mammals. But no, everyone talks about it like it's some sort of "miracle" and celebrates it constantly with their I-Was-Squeezed-Out-of-a-Vagina Days. Yawn!

I was on the subcommittee that reviewed the proposal to change the cover of the book that regulation is in!

We kept it gray.

A wise decision too.

Being born.

Seriously. Everyone's done it, it's a natural thing and apparently quite common in mammals. But no, everyone talks about it like it's some sort of "miracle" and celebrates it constantly with their I-Was-Squeezed-Out-of-a-Vagina Days. Yawn!
May I ask you, how many times have you been squeezed out of a vagina. I've only done it once, I would like to think that it is a rather special event.

[/B]Corrected.

Vodka...wow, had some baaaaad times with that stuff. These days, I stick to beer mostly.

May I ask you, how many times have you been squeezed out of a vagina. I've only done it once, I would like to think that it is a rather special event.

You'd like to think so, but just because it occurs infrequently within the narrow confines of your own life doesn't change how bland a thing it is to do.

Vodka...wow, had some baaaaad times with that stuff. These days, I stick to beer mostly.
I heart Vodka. Won't touch whiskey..

I heart Vodka. Won't touch whiskey..

What's the word? Thunderbird! / How's it sold? Good and cold. / What's the jive? Bird's alive! / What's the price? Thirty twice.

What's the word? Thunderbird! / How's it sold? Good and cold. / What's the jive? Bird's alive! / What's the price? Thirty twice.
That rhymes way too much to be serious.

That rhymes way too much to be serious.

Nope, it's valid; that was the advertising jingle back in the day.

Thunderbird, like all bum wines, is good if you want to get totally wrecked. Not pleasantly buzzed, not drunk, not plastered...wrecked. Lying in the gutter drunk, blacked out with no memory of what happened. Cisco is pretty bad too, with the two-day hangover and diesel-fuel color.

I spent an hour sitting outside doing absolutely nothing today (yesterday?).

The funny thing is, I did exactly the same thing last week Friday afternoon.

getting one's vitamin D in these days is not unwise. loitering outside in good weather is pretty satisfying. that's what I did after work today, on a grassy knoll, for a few hours before my dad got home.

Healthfood, and WORK.

And any sports except Fencing and Poker (if you can even call Poker a sport).

Drinking your own morning pee as a health drink.

What's the word? Thunderbird! / How's it sold? Good and cold. / What's the jive? Bird's alive! / What's the price? Thirty twice.

How much is thirty twice? 60c? $60?

[Everyone] celebrates it constantly with their I-Was-Squeezed-Out-of-a-Vagina Days. Yawn!

Excuse me, Sir, but you overgeneralize; I, personally, celebrate "being lifted out of my mother's cut-up belly all fresh and unwrinkled" day, thankyouverymuch.

Pachelbel's Canon.

Nope, it's valid; that was the advertising jingle back in the day.

Thunderbird, like all bum wines, is good if you want to get totally wrecked. Not pleasantly buzzed, not drunk, not plastered...wrecked. Lying in the gutter drunk, blacked out with no memory of what happened. Cisco is pretty bad too, with the two-day hangover and diesel-fuel color.

Thunderbird!

Even the memory brings back a headache.

In Australia they had these 4 litre cartons of wine/battery acid called 'Fruity Lexia'.

You have to be really poor and really in need of getting drunk to contemplate either.

Thunderbird!

Even the memory brings back a headache.

In Australia they had these 4 litre cartons of wine/battery acid called 'Fruity Lexia'.

You have to be really poor and really in need of getting drunk to contemplate either.

Ahh, Fruity Lexia. That was the first thing I got drunk on, back when I was a wee teenager. Revolting stuff.

Yer mother!

(oh the comedy)