Our Father, who art in memory,
Virtual be your name.
Your bit stream come, your mark-up be done,
On Earth as it is in binary.
Give us this day our daily news,
And forgive us our torrents,
As we have also forgiven MegaUpload.
And lead us not into Reddit,
But deliver us from goatse.
I can't tell the difference between dubstep and regular techno. Is this a personal failing on my part?
Now I worry that I prefer brostep to dubstep. This is definitely a character flaw I will have to deal with.
We're all just doing what we do
Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung. The other monk asked him, "Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when you know its nature is to sting?"
"Because," the monk replied, "to save it is my nature."
Some guy with a tall hat said this
What constitutes the bulwark of our liberty and our independence?
It is not our frowning battlements, our bristling sea coasts. These are not our reliance against tyranny. Our reliance is in the love of liberty which God has planted in our bosoms.
Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as the heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere. Destroy this spirit, and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors.
At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? Shall we expect some trans-Atlantic military giant, to step the ocean, and crush us at a blow?
All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years.
At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected?
I answer: that if it ever reach us, it must spring from amongst us; it cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we, ourselves, must be its authors and finishers. As a nation of free men, we must live through all times, or die by suicide.
Burnt the wing...burnt it bad...
Dearest, dearest, Mr. J. How I've forgotten the solace you once brought my aching soul. My love for you has brought me back to the place of my younger years. Where I smoked cigarettes, and threw insults upon your ever beckoning and understanding binary ears.
I sit here now, marveling at the fact that you still exist.
I sit with greying temples, and a young offspring.
I set the sun in my aim, and flew too high. On my descent, I've made and done some beautiful things, and am shielding my face from the ground below. Hoping my arms will give themselves to cause of saving the rest of me.
I tell you when I reach the bottom, hopefully it'll be river that will swallow me whole. And I'll float to a better place.
I can only hope.
But, it's late. And you've got your life ahead of you starting now.
Not mine, but inspiring
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said today. Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood. Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.
2011 26 April :: 4.10am
:: Music: Will.I.Am ft. Thugnificent - Dick Riding Obama
To Whom it May Concern:
The $ goes before the number of dollars you are talking about. I know this is slightly counter-intuitive because you say it the opposite way, but trust me, it is how it is supposed to be done.
I went to weezers website to find the definitive lyrics for Hash Pipe. On the bottom of the page with the video embedded it says, "You must be a member of Weezer to comment. Click to join." And I thought, "Well I can't really play any instruments so... better not."
Restaurant websites piss me off on the regular. I understand that scanning your hours or menu and then putting it up as a pdf is a lot easier, but you are a million dollar company and this is the beginning of the age of smart phones. Hire somebody to fucking type that shit up.
The Charlie Sheen interview is hilarious. "I was banging 7 gram rocks, cause that's how I roll"
She asks if he has a strategy for taking drugs and he says, "Well I have a couple rules, I don't know if you could call it a strategy."
So I got some new shoes, they're pretty cool
Got some new glasses too, haven't picked em up yet, but they should make me see better.
I can not NOT recommend Eyemart on Plainfield enough. Everything was really pleasant until after the eye exam we got as shady a salesman as I've ever seen. Aggressive and misleading, I did not like him. Really felt like I was being nickle and dimed for everything.
Remember playing Warcraft 2? In the very beginning of an online match you started with one peon, who had to build the farm to make it possible for you to build more peons. Sometimes, when the game speed was set high, it was almost impossible to stop that peon from mining that gold. He'd mine for a second, pop up, zoom from the mine to the town hall then be back underground before I could select him and push the button.
That was some bullshit.