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Ok, I want the Company, Artist, and all purchasers of this product to be:

Hung by their fingernails for 24 hours while
Being beaten with razor wire then
Soaked in vats of ascorbic acid then
Fucked in the ass with a sandpaper dildo before
Being forced to swallow their own bloody exrcemental sputum.

Ok, I really don’t.
I’d like to wish that if I didn’t feel the more important premise of the right to free speech and enterprise and life.
Damn it sucks to be the good guy.

Still, this shit is far more obscene to me than pornography. How can I protect my (possible future) children from crap like this? It’s really not fair that some ass-smoking religious freak says kids can’t see a tit or people fucking, but filling their minds with religious imperialistic bullshit is A.O.K.

Disgusting. Absofuckinglutely Disgusting.

Though one object has never before symbolized all I would like to excise from the culture I’m forced to live with. so, thanks, Hamilton Collection – You’ve created an Anethma. Hope you have fun spending your profits on booze and porn.

Operation
Iraqi
Liberation

It’s just a coincidence that the initials of that spell “OIL,” Right?

Right?

In days of old when ships were bold
Just like the men who sailed them
And if they showed us disrespect
We’d tie them up and flail them.

It’s your money that we want
And your money we shall have.

Watching us is stopping you
from cruising ugly avenue.

So, I decided to get myself MCSE Certified.

I’ve been adminsitering NT long enough (I thought) to be able to read books and take the tests and get the damn MSCE. Regardless of the “paper MSCE” thing, it still looks good on a resume and opens doors in rough economies. And it is a symbol of accomplishment.

This morning was my first test, 70-270 “Installing, Configuring, and Administering Microsoft Windows XP Professional”

I passed. 🙂 Yay, me.

So now I am a “Microsoft Certified Professional” – If I wanted to be pretentious (which I usually, do) I could put “MCP” after my name. I think that’s a bit much, but I’m really happy about taking this first step.

Wee! One test down, six to go!

-=C

I am one mean, lean cranky motherfucker.

All I see I want to tear apart with my hands. All who cross my path I wish to smash into tiny little bits.

I think I need an angry, bestial, gnarling, brutal shag. yep. That would be on order.

Super fun, Super HARD WORK. Hard work while those who post and get thanks on the ToRN site did little to nothing. Yes, I’m talking about you, Xoanan.

Wee!

I’d like to give Bush and his Administration 48 hours to leave my country.

At least I hope (in vain, I expect) that his talk of allowing soldiers to disobay illegal orders is an honest one.

But I’m still an Idealist, I suppose.

“What You Are” — Audioslave

And when you wanted me
I came to you
And when you wanted someone else
I withdrew
And when you asked for light
I set myself on fire
And if I go far away I know
You’ll find another slave

[Chorus]
Cause now I’m free from what you want
Now I’m free from what you need
Now I’m free from what you are

And when you wanted blood
I cut my veins
And when you wanted love
I bled myself again
Now that I’ve had my fill of you
I’ll give you up forever
I know you’ll find another slave

[Chorus]

Then a vision came to me
When you came along
I gave you everything
But then you wanted more

[Chorus]

Strange how things change

Once apon a time I would be wearing all green, planning big Guinness drinking, listening to Clannad and The Cheiftains, screaming 26+4=1 (or whatever the phrase was).

While I still appreciate all this, today I wear not one thing green, have no plans, shout nothing.

And I don’t really miss it. I don’t feel guilty my interests have moved, I don’t even feel guilty that I don’t feel guilty.

I’ll likely go out for a beer tonight and it will likely be Guinness, I still emotionally support re-unification, Jigs and Reels still make me bounce.
I still would love to go back to Ireland – not for any “magical” or “mystical” things or anything, but just because the culture and people are outstanding (not to mention the verdant environment).

I’m happy to see, however, how much today still means to many of my friends, and strangers besides. Happy StPD.

Everyone in the office is extremely nice and we went to a fabulous Szechuan restaurant and had a “Who can stand the hottest food” contest. We all won because it was DELICIOUS.

Little hole in the wall place, too, called “Formosa Cafe”