Sunday, February 20, 2005

Sunday Morning Coming Down

Just kidding, and unlike Johnny Cash, I did not "put on my cleanest dirty shirt." I am in fairly good condition, after having just a couple of gin and tonics whilst I made 15 quarts of sauce last night. This batch, on top of the normal secret ingredients, had tons of spinach, whole mushrooms, and a few banana peppers (yeah,yeah,yeah). In case you missed my last post, I saw 1964: The Tribute, who are very good.

Today, I should practice my rhythm on the guitar and start writing my first program in several years. I was never much of a programmer, but luckily this isn't a very hard script -- thanks to some helpful existing modules -- and no one will be checking if my script runs in N or N^2 time. Here are some insightful and amusing clips from my AIM buddies' profiles (as I traverse my buddy list from top to bottom). Skip past all this crap to see my very short reveal of the fake Beatles.

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1. Never use a metaphor, simile, or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.
2. Never use a long word where a short one will do.
3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out.
4. Never use the passive where you can use the active.
5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent.
6. Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

- O to the R to the Well

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rnerjon: [Miller Lite] is my favorite domestic
rnerjon: but that's kind of like saying that getting poked in the eye is my favorite kind of face injury

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"Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong."

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Te precor dulcissime supplex!

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I love scotch
Scotchy scotch scotch
Here it goes down
Down into my belly
Mmm mmm mmm

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"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar." - Drew Carey

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america in the age of wizardry

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"For when two beings who are not friends are near each other there is no meeting, and when friends are far apart there is no separation."
~ Simon Weil, French Philosopher, Mystic

1 comment:

Goodsoul said...

- A Tremor Among Flutters of the Hand -

Excess vibration.
A tremor among flutters of the hand –
It's certain to involve a deeper rhythm.

Certain self-images sent bent;
Light striking irregular glass.

There are other signs.

Brood and singularity.
Thoughts perpendicular to sense.
Doubt challenging belief.
A constant twang or certain slur of contradiction.

The unexpected break in conversation -
Weight shifts, eyes contract -
Caught in a moments maze
All obstacles avoided reconstruct,
All exits rearrange.

Another shuffling of the deck.

Desperate to respond, "No more!
No self-recrimination to excuse
The senseless stupor."

But there is silence in good scotch
As such reverberations peak,
Then separate the sound from voice
And thought from all compassion.

© 1982 Charles L. Johnson