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Hey Poor!
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey Poor!
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey Poor!
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey Poor!
You don't have to be poor anymore!
Jesus is here!
Sometimes, I swear, iTunes reads minds or something. I was thinking about posting more on Falwell's shuffling off of his mortal coil, but I'm just not up for it and Front 242 do a far better job of mocking that whole scene, by sampling it at that, than I could.
Mmmm...early 90s Belgian Industrial...
Hey, guess who gets to find out if he's just dead or spending eternity in hell?
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ronebofh for the notice.
Y'all can thank
ronebofh for the notice.
Hey, guess who gets to find out if he's just dead or spending eternity in hell?
Y'all can thankronebofh for the notice.
Y'all can thank
ronebofh for the notice.Hey, guess who gets to find out if he's just dead or spending eternity in hell?
Y'all can thankronebofh for the notice.
Y'all can thank
ronebofh for the notice.Or we'll zap you with the orbital mind control lasers.
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
Or we'll zap you with the orbital mind control lasers.
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
Or we'll zap you with the orbital mind control lasers.
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Discordian
You're a rebel at heart. If someone is wearing black, you will wear white. Basically, you do the opposite of every one else. You may hold some type of religious belief, but it's doubtable. Lastly, you're a fine person to speak with... Perhaps a little on the strange site, but who isn't these days?
It's Friday. If you believe the myth, then yesterday, after having been nailed to a tree for a while, Jesus went and died. Seems like a bad way to start a weekend to me.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
It's Friday. If you believe the myth, then yesterday, after having been nailed to a tree for a while, Jesus went and died. Seems like a bad way to start a weekend to me.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
It's Friday. If you believe the myth, then yesterday, after having been nailed to a tree for a while, Jesus went and died. Seems like a bad way to start a weekend to me.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
At least half the planet appears to have taken the day off, traffic was light, and we brokes the speed limit the whole way to works, oh yes Precious, we did.
Is it Good Friday? I can never remember if it comes at the beginning or end of Lent anymore. Oh well, shit happens.
My legs hurt, my hips feel like they just want to let go of my legs, and hey, I'm going to TKD at least twice more this week. Help.
In other news, my Wednesday doldrums appear to be over. Exchange is back to being it's usual wierd self, Veritas won't use several tapes that it hasn't allocated since back in December despite having only a one month retention on that volume group, and now SAIC is telling my FSO that the PCI cards Xpatch needs in order to run has memory on them, and we were supposed to do things to them to declassify them before shipping back the broken cards. Hey, Assholes, how about PUT SHIT THIS FUCKING IMPORTANT IN THE GODDAMNED MANUAL! And of course, since it involves a computer, this means I'm going to be dragged into at least one meeting with our DSS rep. I can't wait for the telecomms sector to get off its collective ass and get back in gear, so I can go work somewhere this type of shit isn't an issue again. I long for the days when the biggest concern I had on the security front was making sure people didn't use stupid passwords that would allow third parties to hijack their accounts and send spam or launch a DOS from it. While I wait, I've achieved yet another level of clearance, and am awaiting a timeslot for scheduling a poly for even more access to shit I'd rather not have to deal with. Yay.
I think I'm going to turn the speakers up a few more notches; if I have to be annoyed, then goddamnit, so does everyone else. Feel the power of the Darkside of the Subwoofer.
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