Oh yeah, a couple more things. These are for my benefit, really. They're phrases that I've heard that I figure I should start saying more often:



• "Hmmmm. That doesn’t make sense to me. But then, you are very small.
  Perhaps you're right."
  - Treebeard, "The Two Towers"



• "You pit your puny will against mine? In my presence, you are an
  ant, a termite. Abase yourself you grovelling insect!"
  - Sutekh, "The Pyramids of Mars"


I really feel that people don't say abase or grovelling enough these days.

Don't look at me to rhyme. Beyond the typically lame "I don't rhyme 'cause I don't have time" and "I'm a poet and I didn't know it," speaking in verse is not for me.


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Remember a while back when we were talking about the abundance of USB around. I mean, some computers come with upwards of 10 USB ports. After your printer, digital camera(s), webcam, mouse, and keyboard, you still had some leftover. Well, how about filling it up with this. I don't know if you can read that, but it says USB Christmas Tree. Can USB reindeer and Santas Claus be far behind?




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I was just sent the link to this survey. It seems Microsoft is more worried about open source alternatives than they let on. It's a survey sent to Linux users, asking them why they switched to Linux from Windows. Hmm... I wonder how many different ways I can phrase "Because you are more evil than Satan, and your product has pissed me off nearly continuously for 15 years" before they get the message.

Go rhyme! I suck at it, but I still try. Give it a whirl.

I'm alive!!! ALIIIIIIIVE!!! Half of you just thought "Dammit, I hoped he wouldn't be" I know you didn't mean it, but I know you thought it!

hey Guys
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life here on the beach is great. but time goes by so very slow. i think it has to do with the fact that i am always on the go and here all i do is lie on the beach and get messages for 200 baht - which is about 8 bucks canadian. pretty nice. but i do miss home- believe it or not -and i am almost getting sick of shopping - almost.
beck - i went to your site- happy?
AD- HAppy Birthday- i'm sorry im not celebrating- but ill bring home some good old thai liquor and we can have a good time then.
ANDY- welcome back into town
PAR- yes it does look like ted
Oh- we don't get to go on elephant rides tomorrow- but we hopefully will when we head down south - bu we are going to see an 11 teir waterfall that we will climb a bit of- we will see how it goes.

so... AD, happy belated birthday.
I haven't checked this web page since my last post on the 17th,
so I just didn't get it in time, sorry!

Paras, autorefresh SUCKS!
I can't even get through a couple of posts without my computer refreshing.

And... I just experienced the most effective form of birth control ever.
You try hanging out with a whole bunch of rambunctious little kids all night,
including 9-month old twins.
They were so cute, but such an incredible handful.
little fingers reaching for everything, pulling hair, smearing things on your face...
Just remember that could be in your future, and things are not a rosy as you think.

Well, cheers!

oh, and yes, I'll be having a post-Christmas party yet again this year.
You'll have to e-mail me for the details though (because I don't know them yet!).

Will somebody please stop the rhyming?
It's not that I have anything against rhyme in general but those on here just suck.
There's absolutely no purpose for them, half the time they don't rhyme, and the other half it's so goddamn forced it's rediculous.
If you have something to say, DO NOT put it in rhyme if you expect myself or some other people to bother reading it.
That's all you mother-fucking-cock-sucking-piece-'o-shit-rat-bastard-slut Eminem wannabes!

"Why can't we all just along?"
ain't the name of the game of some stupid-ass song,
turns out it's from a presidential speech all along,
why you always gotta get my quotes wrong?
Yer like my Cheech Marren and I be yer Chong,
So I shouldn't hafta teach yas how to load a barren bong.
I'd also teach ya a little bambi,
but that P-Dawg blocks my log
like he thinks he's friggin Marcus Camby
but there can only be one number 23,
and it's not that damn-P
so I guess it gotsta be me.

Now in the meanwhile check my freestyle
words queing through the turnstiles
birds veiwing catz like they're kitties
viewing kiddies like they're pedophiles
catchin' peep-Toms from their crime-files
spinnin criminal records like a turntablist evangelist
top-10 wanted-list of prison-bustin escape-artists
wreakin damage and perpetratin outside the slammage
parole violatin while they be incarceratin
body-bags in back trunks gettin crammaged
lil piggies fryin like bacon and all they've managed
is shakin the inner-city disadvantaged
while the real evil on the streets of e-ville
escapes tween the feet of the police-filled
kuz the Cops in the donut shops are on the beat like a sucka MC
with a DJ who can't scratch or beat-match
demandin a re-match while spinnin the cat-scratch-fever
to whip up a new batch to beat-catch butcha can't do that either,
and the MC needs a mouth-wash with some 2000 of Lever,
kuz his words got no cash-money without referrencing 'beaver'
But I gots the wordplay like I bring the foreplay
as diverse as Coldplay opening for Seether
I breakas yer Brocca's areas
if you be tryin to comprehend my textual flow
adds seizures to yer leisure so
just let go of it and go with it
it will make things so much easier yo.
Lay low like Saddam while ya can
in a mudhole if'n ya hopes to dodge the shrapnel of my freeflow.
This is just the beginning of the means to the ends my friends,
kuz winning by brute-force isn't mean; it's the trends.

yo the track's not "why can't we all get along"
it's "why can't we be friends?" or "where's the love?"
or this is the sound made from crying doves
i flip it back to the Purple Rain if you can check it
that means Prince and y'all better respect it
like a Supreme i spell my town with a Mo
i just give it all out like ho ho ho
but i flows till my nose is red like a rose
don't knows when to stops cause the show don't close
till the oldschool stance is a pose
and that means braggin' and that means posture
and every emcee knows i'm gonna clock ya
like a taxi cabber with the dialectic no backstabber
don't need an 808 i keep it real with the hand clappers
so when the party gets live we shout out to the Adrian Haste'
cause he loves my every line of rhyme that's metaphor poisoned and laced