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| On a vague and confused feeling of having been owned pretty hard. | |
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I sat down at my Ultra 80 to enjoy an evening of tubes. It was quiet and pleasant for a while, until everything began to slow down. Something was taking more than its fair share of my four processors. While I puzzled over this (for I could do little more than that, since the computer was not sufficiently responsive for me to reach an xterm, let alone to run prstat), a small, white window appeared on my desktop. "You shall perish like all System V scum," it proclaimed. In the lower left corner, there was a name written in text smaller than that of the message. I do not remember the name exactly, but I recall with certainty that it looked even more Welsh than "Pop Tart" does not. Certainly, both parts of the name ended with "ryn". A few more such messages followed, and, while I do not recall them exactly, they seemed reminiscent of a certain scene toward the beginning of Hackers, that in which Zero Cool hacks into a TV station, though less corny. However, unlike Mr. Cool, I was unable to reply, and it was the other party who was, in fact, on my "turf". Shortly thereafter, the mysterious and extremely Welsh intruder infiltrated my SPARCstation-20 as well. Rather annoyed, I shut both machines off. In retrospect, it would have been better to disconnect their ethernet cables or to bring up another machine and to sniff packets with snoop or an equivalently applicable program. These didn't occur to me at the time; indeed, I cannot guarantee that I was even sober. I hadn't much else to do at that point, so I decided to sit down and resume an artistic pursuit. There, on the paper, was an anthropomorphic wolf of some sort posing lewdly. I seemed to have drawn his tail overly fluffy; the thing seemed to be fluffed up in alarm. Through means I do not recall, I simply reached into the paper, lifted the tail toward myself, smoothed it out, and returned it to its place. Were this actually possible, drawing would surely be much easier. Additionally, the fur was purple. I am not sure how I had colored the fur purple, since I do not own any markers. My landlord entered the room, and I remarked to him about my peculiar circumstances. It was then that I returned to consciousness with little more than a vague and confused feeling of having been owned pretty hard. |
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| Posted by Atomdrache @ 2009-01-15 17:51:00 | |
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| Grapes | |
| Grapes are bad shit man, one minute you are a casual user with your mates - before you know it you are going through 20 packets a day. I know this guy once that double dropped a purple and green, they spent like 3 weeks in hospital recovering him and teaching him how to walk again. Serious stay away from that shit. | |
| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2009-01-15 17:48:00 | |
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| I swear to god. | |
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I am going to kill myself...
or buy a rice cooker. |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2009-01-15 02:39:00 | |
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| the sammich break, sliced up, loaded into drum sampler. | |
| chrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrzzzzzzzzzzz tttttttttttsssssssssssssssssssssssssst.t t t t t t t t t t tttttttzCHUNK. dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda dumduhda dupduhda ofehwfoijdlksd.l TED LIQUID | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-12 21:33:00 | |
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| DOMAINS@!! | |
i am going to list a series of domains. simply by doing so, i may entice many spambots to register them. i hope this happens, because none of these domains ever should be... some even can't be. and here they are:
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-10 03:01:00 | |
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| Hello. I'm from space. | |
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Hello. I'm from space. That space which is outside the realms of the universe. If you want to observe a box, a whole box to get the overall picture you have to be outside the box. In a way, you always get to see the interior of the box if you are on the inside of the box at that time. Reading in between the lines it's easy to see the importance of said items above. Nigga please. ... On another note life is a bubble of energy. That's right, I read it in my diary. I'm coming from a strange angle but if you turn everything else around it looks normal. If 57 of these horses fall then how many horses are there left? 3.7. How many people out there have had pseudo-friends? Sort-of acquaintances that you hang out with occasionally but wouldn't invite to your wedding? Usually this variety of friend ends up getting abused heavily within the social situations of the group. Another alias for this type of the friend is a bitch. It happens, if you haven't had the experience you are one of the lucky ones. Serious. So school was shit wasn't it. Always some BS that went down. I mean that in a completely literal way. The energy flash in my brain hadn't allowed me that day to calm down in the interior regions. Absolute bemusement of the forcefield had melted the inner circuitry. Incredible! A flying monkey. How absolutely ridiculous. I saw that inside my brain. Actually in all seriousness that sounds like something bjork would say. q |
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| Posted by Mahjong The Wisest @ 2009-01-08 16:54:00 | |
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| Barret-Era Floyd | |
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word has it they took syd aside, told him how many problems he was causing, what with his standing on stage not playing guitar, staring into space. to this he responded: "is all this really syd's problem?" |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-08 00:24:00 | |
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| sentence frag | |
| terriblouielan persian weave for ebay craigslist immediate k-rad bid nougat shipping or best offer. will defend moral dignity if required. call 29 lentil rd., just past the shell station, ask for zed without using any words -- they'll know what you want to mean. also, sometimes, pat ted on teh hed. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-07 00:17:00 | |
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| 3001 | |
| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:14:00 | |
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| 3000: A Retrospective | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-07 00:38:53 | |
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| 2999 | |
| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:13:00 | |
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| 2998 | |
| GETTING CLOSER | |
| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:13:00 | |
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| 2997 | |
| I CAN FEEL IT | |
| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:13:00 | |
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| 2996 | |
| THE TENSION IS RISING | |
| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:13:00 | |
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| ååå | |
THE SECRET OF NEW SWABIA THE SECRE
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OF NEW SWABIA THE SECRET OF NEW SW
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| Posted by wolf530 (analog hacker extraordinaire) @ 2009-01-05 22:08:00 | |
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| sugar is the new cocaine | |
| and burritos are teh new love handle, found under the sofa in the high heat of vacuuming season. precisely at this moment, a squadron of VAXen were just edging off the last couple K of of a calculation regarding the reverse kinematics required to build a robot capable of dancing like the king, Elvis. unhuh, thankyouverymuch. the robot proved to be an overwhelming success -- to the point where the hip joints caught fire, and technicians were forced to sacrifice their coffee mug contents. after a fresh round of grounds rectified the situation, the pope was brought up to date on the situation. he nodded solemnly -- it was time to bacon-shank the mig. | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-05 02:40:00 | |
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| thine existential gravy complex | |
| thine existential gravy complex ist noble and wat-founding, however bout would bump the me up, up into the next tax bracket. and i'm already too big for my brackets, as you can see. it's in my qna. but enough about me, let me tell you about you. i've never met you. or have i? that depends on who this post decides to have read it. in any case, i may or may not know anything about you. this i can say for sure. what i cannot say for sure, however, is why the fireplace fascinates me so. brick cauldron of vulcanized turkish elk loaf burning like a tuna factory masticated by god himself dancing on butane under the lonely shade of a bloat shark tree. dandy muffins dancing cinderella, o wat whar was i? nevermind that, the fancy spotted mushrums undrnth her armpits put a damper on sexual advances that had been vigorous up to that point. wat, darling, don't you like snogzgoblins. anyways, i'm sorry, enough about me, let's talk about you. let's talk about how you're sure i'm sure about you being sure sure shure SONIONATTA ho mama chee woogie chimale bang wudder nudge the rudder RHYMEASAURUS mental gutta | |
| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-05 02:32:00 | |
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| DISAGREE | |
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DISAGREE WITH ME IMMEDIATELY GET DISAGREEABLE GET PISSED AT ME DISAGREE WITH ME VIOLENTLY DISAGREE WITH PORK WHOLEHEARTEDLY first stanza (C) L.F.H. otherwise (C) WAT Inc. |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-05 02:24:00 | |
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| the endless wisdom of youtube comments | |
| your head looks like a dildo, you think your some punk ass hard mother fucker, when you do your hair asain presley style and you look asain, your fat and you wear your collar like an idiot, tell your mom to stop wearing bikinis and to get off grandpa. fuck you you cunt sucking dick nibbling asain hatin black spitten dildo talker no children son of a bitch, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah you stupid black person asain thing that talks | |
| Posted by HYPERFUKBOT @ 2009-01-04 00:22:00 | |
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| Vein-poppin' Goodness | |
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| Posted by Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker @ 2009-01-01 01:53:00 | |
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