
Delivering Enlightenment to the Masses, One Blunt Force Trauma at a Time!
Sorry Will, it’s not the lawyers who need to go up against the wall; it’s the Wall Street ‘analysts;’ especially those who cover technology. I want a job where I can pull some overly inflated ‘expected sales’ out of my ass; and when the product in question fails to meet the target that I, not the actually company selling the product, set for it; I can write up a retarded screed on how sales are ’slipping’ to drive more hits to my master’s website. And yes, I know that I’m not citing any actual sources here; but I’ll be fucked raw before I send one click to these fucking leeches’ sites. ps.Fuck you Forbes.com for having not only a site load intersitial, but a Flash adds with audio on thour damned site. That shit was a dick-move in 2001 and it’s a dick-move now.
I may, or may not I’m fickle that way, write up a larger piece on the manifold problems with Wikipedia. In the meantime I highly suggest reading some of the criticism at Wikipedia Review and Wikipedia Watch.
There is no part of this story from The Consumerist that I don’t find amusing. How pathetic is it to steal a pill that just makes you crap yourself when you eat that second Texas Double Whopper. Here’s an idea, eat less, then you can afford the pills; but wait, then you won’t need the pills. I guess there are worse implications…what if greasy fat-person shit is an up-and-coming ingredient in meth? The mind boggles.
Funny (to me at least) story from Wired. Apparently nicotine is the new wonder drug. Two questions: will the persecution end so I can smoke a fucking cigar in peace? And will the hippies add tobacco to their list of things to legalize alongside “hemp?” And yeah, I got this via Slashdot; but I’ll be fucked if I’m going to link to those nerdlingers.
I’ve always had a fondess for The Gin; usually in the form of an ice cold Bombay Saphire and Tonic. But after a recomendation from the hep cats over at The Real Happy Hour I picked up a bottle of Tanqueray Rangpur Gin. Gods damn this is a tasty Gin. I think I’m going to have one right now.
This has to be a joke. Just when I thought that “reality” television had reached its zenith (or is that its nadir) those rascally Dutch go and kick things up the proverbial ‘nother notch. I will not rest until we have either a televised live execution, or full on gladiatorial combat to the death on prime-time network television.
So, here’s the deal. This weekend I’m going to a party for a special friend of mine. What kind of party, you ask. Is it a birthday, an anniversary, a graduation? No, the party that I’m going to is so that we can collect supplies to send to her brother’s Army unit in Afghanistan. Read that last sentence again. We’re gathering supplies to send to an Army unit. Not the sort of care packages that would have been sent in earlier conflicts; you know, home baked treats, luxury items that aren’t available there…porn. No, we’re gathering soap and toilet paper.
Toilet!
Fucking!
Paper!
And yet the President can get on camera; and with a straight face claim that calling for the return of our brave men and women to their homes is somehow not supporting the troops. Let me ask you this Mr. Bush, how many rolls of that Whitehouse TP will you be donating.
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