Worked Over and Overworked

Yeah

"Nostalgia is the new friendship" That Nathan guy again.

Fuck you DHL

Really. Like fuck you with a 15 pound hammer, no lube.

I like how you say you were here twice today and I was not here. Thats cute. I have a Fed Ex package right here? How'd that happen? Oh, and I FUCKING LIVE HERE and I don't get out much.

So you are a liar DHL. A dirty Liar. My momma don't like liars.

Fucking twits. The main office really had no way to resolve this mystery. I do. Delivery my god damn package. Let's pretend its your god damn business to delivery my package or something like that.

Yeah, that would be fun.

Man....


HP -1 | MetaFilter Been working on a series of images of old pewter D&D figures..... This just kicked me in the ass to get something posted.

It's amazingly hard to to bring up how much of a influence this stuff had on my geeky, lost in my own head, teen self. And it's even more amazing how you don't think about it until something like this happens.

Does that define true cultural impact? When something is so pervasive one never stops to think about it till it's gone?

Corn Detasseling

So the conversation in the bar the other day drifted to the fine art of Corn Detasseling and how much that sucked to do as a kid. So I thought I do some googling this morning about it. "You get up before the sun comes up, meet at the high school and get on the yellow school bus that takes you to the field. You know that your first 10 steps into the corn are going to be anything but pleasant because it's full of dew. You're wet head-to-toe no matter what you're wearing. The corn is tall, you're walking through mud and engaged in repetitive physical exertion for the next 10 hours. In the morning, it's wet and chilly. By 10 a.m., steam is rising from the field. By noon it's darn hot, and by three, it's extremely hot and you're exhausted."

"Detasselers all wear pretty much the same uniform at work. Gloves with rubber grips protect the hands, hats guard against sunburn. And despite the heat, nearly everyone wears a bandana around the neck, a long-sleeved shirt and long pants, all to avoid the detasseler's worst nightmare: corn rash.

"Oh, I have it on my legs, and I don't think it's going away anytime soon," says Robb Stewardson, 20, a junior at Doane College, in Crete, Neb., who is detasseling for the first time this summer. He wore shorts the first few days and is now suffering the irritation caused by leaves of corn brushing against bare skin. "It looks and feels like the worst sunburn you ever had, but it's a rash that's everywhere."

But I guess agra business is making a end to all of these fun time.

"But the tradition of detasseling could be coming to an end. Seed companies are developing ways to make wider use of what's called "male-sterile corn" -- corn whose tassel doesn't produce pollen, thereby eliminating the need for detasselers. It's planted next to a corn variety that is able to pollinate, so cross-pollination can be achieved more efficiently."

I dunno, corn that does not pollenate sounds like a bad bad thing to me.

The Passion of ‘Anonymous’

More info from Newsweek. "The Anonymous spokeswoman says the group plans to start a lobbying campaign to have the church stripped of its 501(c)3 tax-exempt status, which was reinstated in 1993. (In 1967, tax authorities revoked its tax-exemption status on the grounds that the organization's auditing scheme operated as Hubbard's personal for-profit venture, and in 1984 the U.S. Tax Court found the organization guilty of "manufacturing and falsifying records to present to the IRS, burglarizing IRS offices and stealing government documents, and subverting government processes for unlawful purposes.")"

We are Anonymous.

On several occasions, figures within the media have casually dismissed Anonymous as nothing more than a gaggle of restless youth. We remain entirely undeterred by their remarks. Virtually all age groups, creeds and professions are represented within our ranks. Many who are not affiliated with Anonymous have expressed support for our campaign. Their words serve to further underscore the broad demographic base of our initiative. If you remain doubtful of our strength and resolve, we invite you to observe them for yourselves. Actions speak louder than words. In the name of those who have been silenced by the criminal organization that is the Church of Scientology, Anonymous will be heard. Our cause is just. We shall prevail.

We are Anonymous. We have Awoken. We stand as One.

Press release vid

Transcript:

...But they lived in what might be considered more enlightened times: the 18th and 19th centuries.

"The great American statesman Benjamin Franklin, a Deist, said, "I have found Christian dogma unintelligible. Early in life, I absented myself from Christian Assemblies." President Thomas Jefferson, also a Deist, was even more anti-Christian: "The Christian god is a three headed monster; cruel, vengeful and capricious." President Abraham Lincoln said, < ahref="http://www.nthposition.com/thedubiousworldof.php">"The Bible is not my book nor Christianity my profession. I could never give assent to the long, complicated statements of Christian dogma." Via wood s lot.

Typing program

Man I suck at typing. It's been a goal of mine to get better at it for years. Well, this flash app seems to be helping:

Keybr

Gonna do 5 day and see if I can limit those ugly chat typos!

Free stuff!

Man, I went nutty today with the photoshop freebies out there. Found some cool textures and brushes at a place called Bittbox and grabbed this new template from N.Design. Some slick code there.

Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fthagn!

"Upon receiving my order, I carefully opened the box and dug through the packing peanuts in order to get to the pen contained therein. 'Beautiful!', I thought, and promptly opened up my moleskine notebook to jot down to myself some notes. My previous pen had ran out of ink four weeks prior and I didn't want to splurge on expensive shipping, which meant I had a lot of notes to catch up on writing.

But, when that quality carbide ball touched the surface of the paper, it was not ink that came out. From a distance I heard the screams of men and the cackling of innumerable ravens. I stopped, cold and sweating profusely. I looked down at the Bic Crystal black medium ballpoint pen which I held in my hand, only to see darkness. I dashed it against the wall, recoiling in horror. I saw in the corner of my eye my faithful notebook, which now lay on the ground. Once unmarred, I saw now the small mark which I had made with the devil's own pen. It spread across the page like a plague, and looking at it I gazed upon true horrors. For, what I thought had been ink was in fact a portal to a dark, unforgiving dimension. A portal whose maw was now widening to engulf all hope and joy in the world.

'God, what have I done?' I exclaimed as I weeped and fell to my knees, 'What have I done?'

From beyond the Dark Gate I heard these words, words which I can never forget. A terrible, booming voice said to me, 'Ia! Ia! Cthulhu Fthagn!'

I ran, blindly stumbling, away from that place and never looked back. My only hope is that none shall follow in the path I've walked down, too blinded by hubris to realize my follies.

Customer review for a Bic Crystal ballpoint pen which is simply awesome.

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