So, woke up this morning to note that the side of my mouth hurt rather a lot. Brushed my teeth, and then took a good look in the mirror..
Wait a second. There used to be a filling on that tooth.
Oh boy.
This is gonna be expensive, isn’t it?
S.
Cal has put up a telnet-only, free MajorBBS.. for any of you who have nostalgic memories of these, aim your telnet client at 69.108.130.12
S.
Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego,
and you can most likely play an instrument or
three. You’re a real hit at parties, but you’re
SO above karaoke.
What people love: You’re instant entertainment.
Unless you play the obo.
What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than
the radio and compare everything to a freaking
song.
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http://www.vote.com/vote/60254608/index.phtml?cat=4075633 asks, ‘Should the november 2nd presidential election be postponed because there is a threat of a terrorist attack’?
I guess this is one way to hold a coup. get some plastic explosives, blow up a few voting booths, and then claim there are terrorists. Wash, rinse, repeat. Postpone month after month, while you continue with your evil plans.
I wish I could say it didn’t seem like a possibility.. but, here’s vote.com, the republican stronghold, shamelessly talking about doing it.
I’d think there’d be much less chance of terrorist attack if we got the terrorist out of the white house, myself.
/sbin/iptables -t nat -A PREROUTING -p udp –destination-port 6699 -s ! 10.101.0.0/255.255.0.0 -j DNAT –to-destination 10.101.0.10
Thank you. That is all.
our band appears to have a name.. at least for the moment, we are ‘Mischief Committee’.
I like it.
I’m going to close out our sets with a sample of Harry Potter 3 and Lupin saying, ‘Mischief managed’.
Yep.
Went down to the Aurifice tonight to hang with Tory and Alex. Waater was there, as was Lara, as were many of the enviornmental structures people. Didn’t spend too much time talking to any of them since I was clanning around with my excuse for a band 😉 [reminds me, I need to chop up our latest sessions into tracks]
Anyway, so, need to go down to the Chiabant and see if I can ‘book’ us into it. One can only hope.
Not taht it’s particularly difficult. I don’t know why, but every attempt to write a seriously large coded object has to start with this procrastinatin proccess, which lasts anywhere from a few hours to (once) a few months. Actually, this also applies to writing music, and writing fiction.. there’s no particularly good explanation for it.. I like to think I’m just letting my creative juices boil.
How called today and asked me for time estimates for all teh slices of the ICM for the third time. I told him I wasn’t playing that game any more, and that none of them had changed since I hadn’t written any of it since te last time we talked. He agreed not to call again until thursday. One can only hope. By then maybe I’ll be on to writing things.
I need to peruse AVRfreaks and see what sort of cleverness other people are coming up with for their bootloaders. I guess I’ll do that now.
I don’t feel particularly well, and I have no good explanation about why except perhaps the half-pint of pickled garlic I ate. I really need to stop doing that.. the problem with pickled garlic is that once you’ve eaten one, it’s sooo hard to stop..
Okay. so I’ve been lacking in posting to my journal.. and most of the things I have posted have been private-sheer-only journal messages. You all missed me, right? Right? Oh. Wait. Maybe not..
Anyway, I’m not really sure how to sum up the last few weeks. Cygnostik came and visited and we went to victoria and I got excessively drunk, something I shall not do again for a long while.. [the smell of whiskey still makes my stomach do a slow roll to the left]. I guess the powers taht be figure alchohol should be legal because unlike many of my more beloved chemical substances, it carries it’s own punishment. And how.
Now I’m trying to get up the energy to write a shitload of assembly for a AVR to do a bunch of interesting things. I can’t say my heart is really in it, but perhaps I can pretend.
And contemplating what I want for breakfast / lunch / dinner / whatever it is..
More later when I have something to say (if I have something to say)
I can say that I feel like I suck.. but to actually claim that I suck involves judgement beyond that which I should claim.
1) I’m in process of trying to get all the details wrangled out for my band to play @ defcon. Wish me luck.
2) Did you all know that until some unspecified date somewhere between the 50s and the 70s [at last, a peice of data a quick google wouldn’t unveil] homosexuality was illegal in Britian? Punishment ranged from involuntary commision to lobotomies.
This is almost as bad as the concentration camps of WWII.. and yet, you hear no apologies, it’s not taught as part of our history.. I bet a fair chunk of you didn’t [as I didn’t] even know that this was true. It’s.. appalling.
S.