Month: February 2005
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Piele met Wiele
“you can practice on cactus but just you be careful of prickin’ your dick on a spine no telling where else you can go dunk your biscuit but don’t touch your sister, she’s mine…” There are many things in life I would rather not have known, and what I learned today was one of them.…
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To not exist (one day, for all (t)ime)
It’s not often that I *plonk* someone from my life. It really isn’t, honest. Postcondition: For a couple bucks’ worth or less of gas (in late 2003 dollars), I have an attack lizard to guard my server. And a small amount of added experience dealing with my annoyingly nonlinear species. QOTD: “Infected, pathogen spread /…
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Come Too Soon
Went out tonight cruisin’ for a rip-roaring LAN party. J.R. and I picked up some burritos and struck out for a mini gaming get-together with some Amazon Basin people. I only drove in circles a few times :-) (“But it’s off 2A, which is this way…” “But I know you can get there going this…
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More pineapple than one person can eat
Over to J.R.’s house to dispense with an impulse-bought pineapple that would have probably dissolved my tongue if I were to eat the whole thing myself. It turns out that pineapple + coconut rum = yummy.
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Why are your kids so fucked up?
I had a dream last night. It was of a random summer weekend at my folks’ cabin in rural Morris, IL. The middle of nowhere surrounded by 23 acres of woods, hills and lake. It’s not often that I actually have a dream and remember it (especially in full-motion video), but I vividly remember myself…
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foreach $garden_center (@boston) { print “closed for winter”; }
We have another one of them manufactured holiday things coming up. As you may have guessed, I am less than thrilled by this. More like confused, actually. The traditions of this day typically involve passing around a lot of freshly-dead cut flowers, complete with a complex numeric and color code capable of representing every emotional…
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Woohoo, Manray
Out to Manray with J. R. + (No* + Ke*). Before this, some yummy Indian food, and before that, the hunt for fashionable attire. J.R. brought along a fairly convincing wig of long black hair and coerced me to wear it (haha, like I ever need coercing to do stuff). I looked eeevil! Or, just…
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(Acrony[m)ania]
@ MIT W20 w/ No* 4 DDR. And talk of world-taking-over (for completely benevolent purposes, I assure you) start-up ventures. And ice cream, spooky ice cream, killer ice cream from outer space, whose appearance can only described as ‘radioactive Play-doh’. QOTD: “All I have to do is promise we’ll hang out this weekend. I promised,…
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On an unseasonably warm winter night, do you offer your throat to the wolf with the pink pajamas?
Met up with Na* for the first time tonight, for lack of better things to do. This was simultaneously more and less than I had expected. QOTD: A*: Because Science… likes to analyis things tooo much….. i work with Forensic Scientists… and alot dont believe they believe we came from monkeys which come on God…
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Grand non-unified dump of wakeup state, instabililty, and the questions of life / the universe / everything
I woke up this morning to the sound of some idiot bitching to some other idiot during a radio phone interview on a station selected for having the most signal strength where my alarm clock is located, with my head apparently full of the grindings of heavy grinding and with no covers left on my…