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Ah.... Human stpidity at its best.  Reminds me of:

     A customer enters a pet shop.
     Mr. Praline: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
     (The owner does not respond.)
     Mr. Praline: 'Ello, Miss?
     Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
     Mr. Praline: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a complaint!
     Owner: We're closin' for lunch.
     Mr. Praline: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
     Owner: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
     Mr. Praline: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's dead, that's what's wrong with it!
     Owner: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
     Mr. Praline: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one, and I'm looking at one right now.
     Owner: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
     Mr. Praline: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
     Owner: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
     Mr. Praline: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh cuttle fish for you if you
     show...
     (owner hits the cage)
     Owner: There, he moved!
     Mr. Praline: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
     Owner: I never!!
     Mr. Praline: Yes, you did!
     Owner: I never, never did anything...
     Mr. Praline: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO POLLY!!!!! Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine o'clock alarm call!
     (Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it plummet to the floor.)
     Mr. Praline: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
     Owner: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
     Mr. Praline: STUNNED?!?
     Owner: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up! Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
     Mr. Praline: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and when I purchased it not 'alf an hour
     ago, you assured me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein' tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
     Owner: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the fjords.
     Mr. Praline: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the moment I got 'im home?
     Owner: The Norwegian Blue prefers keepin' on it's back! Remarkable bird, id'nit, squire? Lovely plumage!
     Mr. Praline: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason that it had been sitting on its perch in the
     first place was that it had been NAILED there.
     (pause)
     Owner: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and
     VOOM! Feeweeweewee!
     Mr. Praline: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
     Owner: No no! 'E's pining!
     Mr. Praline: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e
     rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the
     bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
     (pause)
     Owner: Well, I'd better replace it, then. (he takes a quick peek behind the counter) Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the shop, and uh,
     we're right out of parrots.
     Mr. Praline: I see. I see, I get the picture.
     Owner: I got a slug.
     (pause)
     Mr. Praline: Pray, does it talk?
     Owner: Nnnnot really.
     Mr. Praline: WELL IT'S HARDLY A BLOODY REPLACEMENT, IS IT?!!???!!?
     Owner: N-no, I guess not. (gets ashamed, looks at his feet)
     Mr. Praline: Well.
     (pause)
     Owner: (quietly) D'you.... d'you want to come back to my place?
     Mr. Praline: (looks around) Yeah, all right, sure.

Democracy is dead

Damn.

linuix

Well, I'm runing linuix through ubuntu on one of my computers now.  I get to learn how to use a totally new operating system!  Don't quite know how I'll manage it, but I think I'll be fine. 

A song.

My friend made a song.  Do check it out.  It's good stuff.

*sigh*

Well, I've finally done it. I totally alienated myself from my tiny group of friends. They all hate me, and I, same as last week, hate them... Now I got pretty much no one. Depressing....

Deletionqality

Deletionquality has been my "home base" forum for quite some time. It's a great place, with great members, mods, and admin. I suggest you check it out. It's at deletionquality.net

NWN

NWN, or Neverwinter Nights, is a RPG game for the PC. I've been playing it recently, and highly recommend it. It's sequel isn't as good as the first, but still worth playing.

Let Down

Sorry that it's been so long since my last post. Stuff came up.

Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental,
it always ends up drivel.
One day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down,
Let down,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I am gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction, [You know where you are,]
hysterical and useless [you know where you are,]
hysterical and [you know where you are,]

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

PSAT

Well, I took the PSAT, or Preliminary SAT today. For those not in the US, it's a bigass standardized test. It wasn't that bad, only five sections with 25-50 questions a pop. The only thing I didn't know was a little calc, but I'll know that by the end of the year. I think there's about a 20% chance I aced the math part.

Well, there's my short report. Not that anyone cares :P