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04:10 pm
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ATTENTION SCUM!
I can now be found over at _grimtales_
The need for obfuscation and hiding is at an end, so please realign your friends lists in that direction.
Vielen danke.
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04:23 pm
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'Outposts of Tyranny'
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4187361.stm
Cuba?
heh...
Heheheh..
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh get over it, it's the war on terror this century, not the war against Communism.
*snort*
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10:56 am
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Strange Dream
I was visiting the United States when we somehow got caught up in a Presidential tour.
We got to the front of the crowd and as he was pressing flesh I punched him to the floor and spat on him calling him a megalomanical prick.
After the secret service finished tapdancing on my skull I was imprisoned and, finally, tried.
Lots of media interest obviously...
My court defence consisted of dressing as various rebel SciFi characters (culminating in shaving my head and dressing as Spider Jerusalem) and presenting a series of lectures on why America, the court and President Bush were worthy of nothing but contempt and how a punch was a quite reasonable reaction compared to some when faced with the little homunculus.
I didn't get off.
I wish I could remember some of the rants though, they were pretty good.
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05:08 pm
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Fuck you commercialised Christmas.
Fuck you Coca-Cola-Co-opted-Santa.
Fuck you poverty-stricken lack of gift giving.
Eating and chatting with family, enjoying the warmth, enjoying food and being close with other's who have all had a hard year... we don't need a spiritualist festival to do that.
Leave your computer, eat, go call on your neighbours with a few mince pies or a bottle of cheap wine.
Have you friends over and shout along to a DVD of Flash Gordon.
My middle finger says we don't have to watch the pap they churn out for the lowest common denominator.
I'm so full of food I think it's pushing bile into my vocal chords...
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11:39 am
[Link] | Lacking much in the way of money or safe online card sites, have the gift of words
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'Twas the night before wintereenmas, when all through the net
The nerds were still typing, and not on a bet;
The forum posts crafted, the devil-may-care,
In hopes that a troll will a flamewar prepare;
The geeks were all nestled, all snug in their chairs,
While visions of Lara sent quivers through their hairs;
And web girls in their scanties, and I in my seat,
Had just settled down and ordered, a pizza with meat,
When we realised the date then the shock hit our liver,
The season when dominos do not deliver!
Away to the window I flew as though I was mad,
Tore open the shutters and declared a jyhad.
The moonlight gleamed o’er the new-fallen snow
As I laid out my plans to give combat a go,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so ancient and wrinkled,
I knew in a moment, by the way his eyes twinkled,
More rapid than broadband his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, JAVA! now, BASIC! now, FORTRAN and PASCAL!
On, ADA! on LOGO! on, PROLOG and COBOL!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry printouts that before the desktop fan do fly,
When they meet with a cube wall, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of PNP, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the fat pipe St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in denim, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with pizza grease and soot;
A bundle of consoles he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a fat geek with his red fanny pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! He was drunk off his arse!
His cheeks were like roses, he moronically grinned!
His spittle reumed mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his scraggly goatee was as white as the snow;
The stump of a hash pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a great big fat belly,
I bet he used UNIX, drugs made his brain jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old dork,
And I laughed when I saw him, and his flesh all like pork;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his jowls,
Made we worry he was going to give vent to his bowels;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And refitted my box with a GeForce that worked,
And drumming his fingers on my desk by the nails,
He turned and he enquired ‘May I check my mail?’
He sprang to the desk and he checked all his mail,
And LJ, and Forums with the pace of a snail,
Then he googled Pr0n when I was out of sight,
Before leaving, with a bellowed "HAVE A GOOD ONE! GOOD NIGHT!”
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12:27 pm
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Gah...
9am... wake up with The Muse very much with me.
Spring forth, pausing only to put on some clothing.
Rush to the computer.
Foom, the words flow like a flood and they are right, the train to complete-project is running ahead of schedule...
But what is this? Something on the tracks?
A virus kills my mouse and keyboard, from whence it came I know not, since virus checker and firewall are intact.
2000 publishable words in about an hour and a half.
Fortunately I have a tablet, so I can save my work, run a deep virus scan/fix and restart.
However, that took a long, long time to complete.
Finally fixed, I restart and sit before the computer again.
Apparently my muse was a virus file on my hard drive, because that's gone now too.
Fuck.
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12:38 pm
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What's with all the snow-haters?
You all both suck and blow.
Snow is amazing stuff.
Water EXPANDS when frozen! Do you know how odd that is?
PAH!
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11:25 pm
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POLITICS TODAY
Interviewer: Good evening. I'm here with Stately Holmes, spokesman for the Bush administration in the US to talk about the developments in the Ukraine. Mr Holmes, with your government trying to establish democracy in Iraq and encourage it elsewhere in the world the problems with the Ukrainian elections must be something of a blow.
Holmes: Which problems are you referring to?
Interviewer: The vote fixing, the fraud, the massive protests...
Holmes: The elections were all fair and above board, there's been no fixing whatsoever, nobody can prove anything. The man elected is the man the people chose and want and anyone who says different is a whiner and the military should just clear out the protesters. If they don't like it they can live in Canada.
Interviwer: No Mr Holmes, the UKRANIAN elections.
Holmes: OH! Those... well that's a travesty of justice and a dark day for democracy, we're behind the protestors all the way and hope that a peaceful and democratic solution is found.
Interviewer: Democratic observers from Europe have condemned the fraud and were apparently denied access to many essential areas during the election. How would you deal with those problems?
Holmes: They're a bunch of interfering frenchies and former communists and they can stick their objections up their ass. This is the greatest democracy in the world and I won't hear anyone say different!
Interviwer: No Mr Holmes, the UKRANIAN elections.
Holmes: Oh... well, our European allies should certainly have been given full access. It's an outrage they were unable to observe properly and found so many flaws. Of course, there should be a relection immediately.
Interviewer: Thankyou you hypocritical fuckshank. Now back to the studio.
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03:05 pm
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All the argument you'll ever need...
...that Bush voters are a bunch of scum.
Just COMPARE these to the sorry site.
What a bunch of psycho troglodytes.
http://www.werenotsorry.com/
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05:29 pm
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Scary stuff
http://www.livejournal.com/users/oldmotherchaos/47463.html
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