That makes twice in two days I had to perform a minor cleanup operation. I’m not being very impressed. So, if someone posts a comment and it ends up moderated, you now officially know why. Nothing against you, unless you’re a spammer… at which point I’ll have your IP address and you’ll be promptly screwed. Most people probably won’t have to worry… but for the rare few that do, you’ve been forewarned.
Coming soon: email whitelists. Then, well, there’s no reason for 100% open comments anymore. No one spams me more than twice. Bitches.
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Goddamn comment spam…
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Are you romantic or realistic?
You Are A Romantic RealistYou are more romantic than 50% of the population.
You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.
Sure, you can fall hard… but only for someone you’ve gotten to know.
And once you’re in love, you can be a total romantic goofball…
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I’m liking the preseason already…
My leafs may have been embarrassed by Buffalo in the first game, but man oh man… if they keep playing like this I’m willing to forget that ever happened. First Ottawa, and now, the Canadians. And 5 to 1, too. Did I mention I love the way Aubin plays? I think I’ll find this game on the internet so I can replay it for the next hour or so… awesomeness.
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Holy hell.
This is the first time I’ve actually been able to sit down since, well, this morning. I mean, there was the span of like… 10 minutes wherein email got checked, people got replied to, and pixies got kinda sorta somewhat teased, but actually sitting down, not since before I did the unthinkable and got out of the house for the day. A whole lot of nothing got accomplished, though, as usual… went all over hell’s half aker getting financial crap sorted out, that took up the bulk of the day, followed immediately by grocery shopping–because I do occasionally actually do that.
We got all that out of the way, though, then went for dinner to kind of cellebrate, I guess, the fact my brother managed to pass the.. uh, physical assessment thing they do as a prerequisit for getting into the millitary. This made me realise two things. He’s actually trying to get back on his feet, and getting into a job he’ll actually enjoy, or at least not get himself fired from within 3 months. And, holy shit he’s trying to be semi-mature. I thought that impossible 6 months ago. Of course, that was when he was all unemployed and borrowing/spending more money than he had coming in, and generally being a pain in everyone’s ass. I was almost tempted to flat out ask him who the fuck he was and what the hell he did with my brother. And his girlfriend was actually conversational for a change, rather than just being all stuck-up and bitchy. Surprised the hell out of me. She may yet turn out not to be the sister-in-law everyone wants to strangle. We shall have to see about that, though. As long as they don’t end up getting married before I do, I could really care less. If they get married at all, that is. Well, okay, so I could care less either way. I think if they ever get married at all my mother’s gonna have a heart attack. He is not the marrying type… he’d have to actually settle down first. Not gonna happen. But, he hasn’t run like hell away from the possibility yet… just as long as I don’t end up an uncle within the next year. Neither one of them is in a position for that. And I’m doing all sorts of jumping all over the place here so uh, finding something else to do now. -
I think they’re trying to tell me something.
Every second or third email sitting in my junkmail folder is advertising weight loss pills, or something of the sort. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was a hint… Stupid junkmail.
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So I finally had my first guitar lesson today.
It was surprisingly… well… basic. Which is a good thing, considering that’s the first time I actually picked up a guitar and was serious about it. My fingers are still doing this weird kinda tingly thing. It’s only on one hand, though, and it’s not impeding my typing ability any, so it’s all good. Now, I just need to get my hands on one of my own… *ponders* Thank the gods for a local music store and room on a credit card. As much as I said I wouldn’t use it unless I had to, I’ll make an exception for this.
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The movie industry has gone to the dogs.
And this time, you can take that expression literally. the MPAA, the very people who’re trying to screw up the movie watching experience for honest folks with DVD burners everywhere, is sniffing out illegal DVD’s in a whole new way. Now, of course, the first question I have to ask here, is an obvious one. How the fuck are they gonna tell a legal DVD from an illegal one? I mean, seriously. If I’m walking through an airport with a burned copy of, we’ll say just for kicks, V for Vendetta (I don’t have one yet, but I want one!), how in creation are these dogs gonna know I didn’t pick it up legally? Assuming, of course, they even know I have it in the first place. I never quite understood how people could come up with ideas like that. I mean, unless you’re actually looking at it, you’re not gonna know it’s not a legally purchased copy. And you’re not gonna be looking at it unless you know it’s there–even if I didn’t have anything like that I didn’t want anyone to see, you try looking in my luggage without a warrant and a cop present you’re gonna wind up with a bloody nose. So what the fuck are these dogs gonna be able to tell you? I’m just waiting for reports to start coming in that they were responsible for the arrest of someone who’s never burned a CD or DVD in his life. Or doesn’t have anything burned on him, at any rate. I give it 6 months.
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All your base are belong to us.
I never actually thought I’d have a reason to say that. But, so says Pakistan’s president anyway, that’s pretty much what the US told him. Not that it surprises me or anything. This, of course, in the same message he says told him if Pakistan didn’t help the US, the US would have just bombed the royal fuck out of them. Yeah, that’s the way we ask for help, morons. Let’s give them a reason to be afraid of us so they’ll actually do our dirty work for us, that way we can’t be the only ones to blame for fucking it up in the first place. As if ordering Pakistan to turn over control of its millitary bases on the border to the US, presumeably under the same threat, wasn’t bad enough. Call me insane for agreeing with Iran’s president here, but the US is making it hard not to. They’re coming across like a superpower who managed to come out of a world war on the winning side and is now using that victory to control the rest of the world. I dunno. Iran’s president’s a whackjob, but damn… if “help us or we’ll blow the fuck out of you” doesn’t put that thought in your head…
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The things you find in your referer logs.
Apparently I got refered by the Photonic Eye, a photoblog who’s author I… uh… don’t know, and who’s blog I never even heard of until about 2 minutes ago. Ah well. If I can give a nod to people who drop me a line while they’re supposed to be pretending to work, I can give this guy a nod too. Even though said photoblog is about 95% useless to me. But someone might as well enjoy it. =)
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When they say don’t try this at home, they mean it.
And this is exactly why. Note to stupid teenagers everywhere: you are not that good in real life. If you try to reenact a scene from your favourite computer game, you are going to get your ass kicked. Particularly if you openly advertise it by way of a tattoo. It’s like I said before. Video/computer games aren’t to blame for people doing stupid things because they think they can get away with it. Stupid people who haven’t quite got a grasp on reality are. ‘Grand Theft Auto’ does not make people decide to go out and find a car to steal. Stupidity and general braindeadness does.