Please wait...
And now, give me more, give me more to consume
I'm fatter than Elvis and I'm cheekier than Jesus in this V.I.P. room.
I'll be waiting in your inbox with two glocks cocked and ready to pop shots
| I'm bigger than Biggie and tougher than Tupac, cops they can't stop me when
I rock yo mailbox
Biggie Biggie, baby, can't you see
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke and you're so paid
I can think of some gay men who would support all of those as well. Although, they're mostly thinking of 'Tits' as a kind of bird.
Speaking of which ... why has Queen Elizabeth I been reigning at every Renaissance
Faire in the world for longer than she did in real life? Isn't it time for
a regime change?
I am starting to appreciate the self checkout kiosks at Walmart. In the past Walmart would have 20-25 registers and only three would be open, at this time they have eight self checkout registers and usually seven of them are working.
RM:
It was a really poor decision for the Wizard of Oz (no relation to Aahz) to put his control room behind a flimsy little curtain. One would think that with all of the other special effects gear he had deployed, he'd have had the sense to put the control room in an isolated booth behind one-way glass or something.
It was a really poor decision for the Wizard of Oz (no relation to Aahz) to put his control room behind a flimsy little curtain. One would think that with all of the other special effects gear he had deployed, he'd have had the sense to put the control room in an isolated booth behind one-way glass or something.
Yeah, it's all analog. I suspect the technology the Wizard used in his big room was made from roughly the same components that they used to build the jukeboxes with consoles at every table that you see at old diners. No microcontrollers or anything ... bloody acres of discrete components.
Life seems to become more depressing as you age.
The people in whom you care start to die, your own health declines, and everything just seems to go to pieces as you get older. The illusion of optimism just kinda feels more like an illusion maintained to hide the sheer desparation of it all, while everything slides faster to decay and oblivion.
But then, I don't have children in my life, so I probably don't get to see much in the way of hope. I just see what we do to make things more difficult for our children, I guess, and get a little focused on that.
I guess, despite what I've written here, there's still some measure of hope in me.
Just seems like dying young isn't necessarily as insane as one might think.