It's official, my resume is now going to include the following bullet:
"Through sheer presence of will and mere existence as an employee at a company for a few months, I facilitate the said company being bought out by the highest bidder. This not only squashes individuality by encouraging staff assimilation into mindless drones but also makes shareholders (of which I, of course, never am) 'butt-loads' of money. I thus do not consider myself a team player but rather a 'team-builder' by paving the way for the use of age old, team-building methods such as subterfuge, forced acquisition and, last but not least, the iron hand of corporate greed."
This is my favorite slashdot thread yet.
What would you say?
So, the last time it snowed a decent amount, my neighbor put a big ole' snow dick on my front door stoop.
Oh yeah... payback time (yes, I'm still 10):


Personally I can't wait until we have armies of Capt'n America's riding around on Mechwarriors.
My neighbor and I just buried someone's car in snow.... yes, I'm 10.
In my defense: The car was parked between the two driveways we were shoveling out... where else were we going to put it? Yeah...
Edit: 4:53 P.M. and that's a full-sized jeep cheroke...

Edit: 12:45 P.M. (Monday) hehe

Edit: 3:36 P.M. (Monday) the guy got his car out... I helped (honest). Here's the impression left by the car in the snow (high contrast)


"In May 1999, research suggested Dolly might be susceptible to premature aging. The possibility that the world's most famous sheep might die early was raised after a study of her genetics."
Dolly euthanized (polite for "Anyone want an official Dolly-sweater?")
We made the sheep die prematurely as a safety mechanism... in case they ever regained their memories... they never even know they're replicants.
Edit: Ok, I just saw the same story on FoxNews.com... except the title was: "Tears of a clone." I'm amused.
Anyone actually read this damn thing other than my lil' woman?
What kind of man feels big after hitting multiple girls until he breaks one of their cheek bones?
I wish I had been there. It might have ended differently.
If you can't get to that link... that's because LiveJournal blows monky nuts. Here's the jist: Two buddies of mine go to a party. Partying ensues. Two dickheads show up who people know but won't admit to knowing later. They get iin a fight with each other. My buddies go to see what the hell is going on... the two guys then jump them and start wailing on them out of the blue. One of my said buddies is a girl. They broke her cheek. They're men.... very manly men.
"The room's not spinning... my eyes are just circling."
unfortunately... that one was mine
This is better than people trying to use the cdrom as a cup holder.
From Slashdot: (hopefully the link stays up)
"Okay, I work at an Apple Authorized Retailer and we just had a lady come in to see if we could fix her PowerBook G4. She walks in the store and comes up to me, 'Sir, I've got a baked Apple.' The top of the screen was a little brown and warped. The lady opened up the machine and the screen was all cracked, and there was not a single key left on the keyboard. It turns out she had the machine in the oven for 20 minutes, baking at 400 degrees. No joke. And what's even more amazing. The machine still works. Ethernet, Modem, USB, it all works. Plug in an external monitor and keyboard and it's good as new ... almost."
If you're feeling down, convince someone to kill themselves. It'll make you feel better.
What's wrong with people? Half of the folks on these pro-suicide forums are probably teens who can do what ever the hell they want because they know they won't be punished.
Discipline people!
We need to get back to the days were parents weren't afraid of being locked up for spanking their kids. Stopping abuse is one thing, getting in the way of discipline should be criminal in and of itself... but that's just me.
Well... I've gone and done it... I started the Atkins diet with the lil' woman. Trying to get rid of the full-sized spare tire, etc.
The idea of eating meat and cheese all day is more appealing in jovial conversation than in reality. I feel odd to say the least.