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'Those kind of people did for country music what pantyhose did for finger-fucking.'-Waylon Jennings in reference to Garth Brooks
Children today are tyrants. They contradict their parents, gobble their food, and tyrannize their teachers.-Socrates, 469 BC - 399 BC
(7:02:17 PM) MoralisticCoho: What is the dot over the letters 'i' and 'j' called?
(7:02:29 PM) dfndoe: a dot
(7:02:46 PM) dfndoe: Are you as puzzled by there wierd aim bots as I am?
(7:02:50 PM) dfndoe: weird
(7:02:50 PM) MoralisticCoho: lie!
(7:02:57 PM) MoralisticCoho: i had two
(7:03:01 PM) MoralisticCoho: they cared very much
(7:03:06 PM) dfndoe: two dots?
(7:03:17 PM) MoralisticCoho: two care bears
(7:03:32 PM) dfndoe: hahah I got the care bear question from this thing yesterday
(7:03:43 PM) dfndoe: I'm curious what does it say my aim handle is on your end of this connection?
(7:03:50 PM) dfndoe: yours is "MoralisticCoho"
(7:04:00 PM) MoralisticCoho: really?
(7:04:05 PM) dfndoe: yup
(7:04:07 PM) MoralisticCoho: yours is almostacoho
(7:04:12 PM) dfndoe: hehe
(7:04:31 PM) MoralisticCoho: weirdorama
(7:04:36 PM) dfndoe: yeah there is a bot network which randomly starts conversations between people by asking wierd questions
(7:04:59 PM) dfndoe: we both get a random message from blahcoho and when we respond it send our responses to one another
(7:05:00 PM) MoralisticCoho: even if you're not friends with said bot?
(7:05:03 PM) dfndoe: yah
(7:05:11 PM) dfndoe: I'm not sure who or why
(7:05:15 PM) MoralisticCoho: i didn't get a question
(7:05:26 PM) MoralisticCoho: it just said Caution: blablabla
(7:05:28 PM) dfndoe: but if you search google you'll see other people's responses
(7:05:36 PM) dfndoe: yeah and something about care bears not really caring
(7:05:41 PM) MoralisticCoho: si
(7:05:42 PM) dfndoe: I totally got that one yesterday
(7:06:05 PM) dfndoe: at any rate, it has been nice chatting with you. I must walk my dog now though
(7:06:10 PM) dfndoe: toodles
(7:06:19 PM) MoralisticCoho: ta-ta
At any rate if you are into high level technical discussions with regards to the state of cutting edge storage architecture in the open source world this video is a pretty good primer.
( And for the record my question that was cut out is behind this cut )
[H]aving the entire earth annihilated by incredible gravitational forces unleashed by man's own Faustian arrogance would be the most utterly Fucking Metal thing ever. Orders of magnitude more metal than thermonuclear weapons, the current favorite, or satan, the historical contender.- fuzzyfuzzyfungus in reference to the possibility of the LHC destroying the Earth
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the fast zombie is bereft of poetic subtlety. As monsters from the id, zombies win out over vampires and werewolves when it comes to the title of Most Potent Metaphorical Monster. Where their pointy-toothed cousins are all about sex and bestial savagery, the zombie trumps all by personifying our deepest fear: death. Zombies are our destiny writ large. Slow and steady in their approach, weak, clumsy, often absurd, the zombie relentlessly closes in, unstoppable, intractable.-Simon Pegg
However (and herein lies the sublime artfulness of the slow zombie), their ineptitude actually makes them avoidable, at least for a while. If you're careful, if you keep your wits about you, you can stave them off, even outstrip them - much as we strive to outstrip death. Drink less, cut out red meat, exercise, practice safe sex; these are our shotguns, our cricket bats, our farmhouses, our shopping malls. However, none of these things fully insulates us from the creeping dread that something so witless, so elemental may yet catch us unawares - the drunk driver, the cancer sleeping in the double helix, the legless ghoul dragging itself through the darkness towards our ankles.
I won't trust the results for 72 hours... If this goes the other way now I expect to need a some mental health days for work.
So, today I decide I'll give Madden '09 a shot,( Read more... )
Well, it is now about 3 hours since I decided to play games and I haven't yet had a chance to play anything.
Subject: [[Junk]] Bomb her womb from your huge cannon
Holy crap, talk about going down the rabbit hole. I started trying to make a playlist of all the music videos I remember watching between the ages of 10 and 13. I started doing it from memory, but eventually I consulted wikipedia for a little memorefresh. So Here is what I've gotten so far, most are from 90-92.
And yes, pop goes the weasel by Third Base was really the first song that came into my head that started this little trip down memory lane.
Now you can die happy knowing that you've actually seen the component which was the butt of hundred.. nay thousands.. of teenage nerd jokes. The CPU Stiffener.
Once, about 5 or 6 years ago I was having a discussion with a coworker about how the war in Afghanistan would turn out. I mistakenly used the word "secular" where I meant "sectarian" and my coworker looked, understandably, puzzled about my prediction that Afghanistan would find it's way out of the dark ages of theocracy and end up as modern secular democracy. She said something to the effect of "secular? really?!?!" to which I affirmed that the multicultural/multidenominational history of Afghanistan and other states in the region basically assured that they would maintain a secular basis for generations to come.
About 6 months after this conversation I awoke from a dead sleep wherein my brain had dredged up the sheer idiocy of my misstatement and as I no longer worked with the person whom I had said this to I was terrified by the prospect that this woman is now out there in the world spreading tales of my sheer inability to grasp geopolitical, cultural, and religious affairs with even the slightest modicum of accuracy. To this day I think of this conversation at least once a month; most often while commuting in my car. I'm suddenly gripped by the reality that I actually did say that and there is no way to issue a correction at this late date. I find that I'm so completely consumed with regret over having said this that I often forget what I was listening to on the radio and have on at least one occasion completely driven past my freeway exit.
I've told this story to a few friends previously, but I've never taken the time to write it out, at least not in my recollection. I hope if you've read this far you found/find it amusing and likewise I hope that in a moment when I hit the submit button a deep catharsis will wash over me and I can leave this train of thought behind.