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I’m 31 again today.
Make sure you give thanks to our American founding fathers today, if you’re American, by properly overdosing on Tryptophan today.
I just got a spam that was a stripped down plain text message, five times, from five different supposed sending addresses, to five different to: addresses. The entire message body had no embedded PDFs, images, files, spyware, virus, or anything else. Just the text:
“I fill her mouth with it”
If you’re going to go to the trouble of spamming me, c’mon, now… give me more than that juicy sentence fragment. Whose mouth? A girl? A cat? A whale? What was it? Grapes? A cup of coffee? Hostess Twinkies? Dental equipment?
Via Digg, from the It’s The End Of Your Civil Rights As We Know Them Department, also known as Please Read The Manual, Also Known As the Constitution, You Neocon Psychopaths. “Benjamin Franklin long ago warned against rhetoric that demands trading individual rights for corporate security. Asking Americans to greenlight extensive, unchecked electronic surveillance by changing their very definition of privacy is a prime example of such rhetoric.”
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Via Digg, I am filled with dirty lust and wish to buy two of these. Can I justify this without the wife bonking me on the head? “1920×1200 24-inch Wide Screen LCD displays like the Soyo 24-inch LCD below the $300 mark and even below $250 on Black Friday.”
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2009. Yeah.
From Adrian Pasdar’s YouTube…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YV1dPAOZguM
Add me as a friend, Internets!
It’s like MySpace 2.0, but it doesn’t suck.
We have a local grocery store chain here in Seattle, called Thriftway (I assume they’re local; I’ve never seen them elsewhere). Like all of these chains these days, they have a fairly decent lunch counter with pre-made sandwiches, and hot soups. We’ve both gotten to really like these little baguette sandwiches, with ham and brie cheese, that are pretty cheap. That’s all the sandwich is–usually honeyed ham, some brie, some bread. They’re amazingly tasty and filling. Well, yesterday I go to Thriftway to get us lunch. As I’m standing in the checkout line, the cashier and I both sort of caught a whiff of… something. Was it a rotten scent? We couldn’t quite place it, and it seemed to disperse.
Literally, at the same time, we noticed it. We looked around, couldn’t spot it, and went on with our business when it faded. In the parking lot, putting the bags of groceries in the trunk, I smelled it again, and looked around, but couldn’t place it. I figured some animal had died somewhere nearby. Perhaps on the roof of the store? I shrugged and drove home. When I got back inside, and set out our lunch on the coffee table, to try to catch up on our growing Tivo archive while we ate, I smelled it again.
“Honey, do you smell that?” I asked Andi.
“Did you step in something? Check your shoes,” she said, wrinkling her nose. My shoes were clean.
I looked around, at the door, at Mojo, our cat, who stared back at me in confusion. The smell then faded. I unwrapped the sandwich and took a small bite, and started working on my soup–I’m a weirdo, and usually eat a sandwich or cheeseburger last, always eating my side salad, French fries, soup, or whatever else is at hand first. The smell immediately hit us both again, and Andi unwrapped her sandwich–they were the source of the horrible stench. I figure it was the brie somehow, that went bad, but the sandwiches were date-stamped for the day I bought them. I don’t think I’ve ever had a stinky sandwich before. We pitched them both in the garbage.
The soup was good, though.
In the United States of America. Will you all go out, and vote your conscience?
Five years ago, in Bennington, Vermont, I married my wife. There have been ups. There have been downs. Not one of the downs have stopped us. Each has made us stronger. I love you, Andriette Szilagyi.
