Taken from today's w00t

“Yeah! Last week she came over, and we were talking about Kirk and Picard, and I said that if Kirk was on the SDF-1 he would have been able to get them home faster and in better condition so that the later Protoculture invasion would have failed, but Maggie said that Picard, in the same situation, would have negotiated a treaty with Breetai that allowed the Invid access to Monument City and so made it easier for the Expeditionary Force to directly attack the Masters.”

“Ralph, I have to say, I have no idea what any of those words mean.”

It disturbs me that I completely understand that paragraph and identify with both sides. Whereas the many wooters out there have little idea the meaning and importance of this argument.

On Halloween there is Always Need to Fear...

Deal with the cute. Deal with the dog's emo hatred of being photographed. Deal with my girlfriend's DIY awsomeness. 

Proud to be...

What I ask you is more American than voting while drinking a beer?

F.E.A.R.

Attention:

Compromising Electromagnetic Emanations of Keyboards Experiment 1/2 from Martin Vuagnoux on Vimeo.

It is stuff like this that makes me want to hike into the wilderness with a typewriter and never return.

Cleaning out the garage.

You know it really seems like I may have a problem.

A Serious Propensity for Rockin' Out

No buts about it folks, The Rumble Strips, even in a venue emptied out after the local opening act's set finished, brought the rock hard as the iPhone tries to represent here. The blurred specter is not the drummer smashing a lone tom, he's the bassist, Sam Mansbridge, and he's smashing not only the tom but the tambourine he is vigilantly clamping against the tom, an impromptu instrument the band's wikipedia page refers to as the "Rumble Drum". The guy playing bass, Tom Gorbutt, eight bars from now will be back on rhythm guitar as he hands off the bass back to Mansbridge and when the three minute fifty-eight second Motorcycle is done pounding veal like an Italian kitchen, Gorbutt is back on sax his most full time spot on the band. The Rumble Strips put out the sound of a very large band with a formidable intensity and an obvious sense of playing just as much for themselves as anyone who may or may not be listening and this is the central dogma of rockin' out.

The Squirrel-like Codpiece of Darkness and the Foretelling of my Demise

Welcome. Welcome! Dear October whose time around another turn of mine shall show.

Was in this solemn sole October my heart did swell awash in wake of double bass lows.

Inside the seaweed-gelatinized crimson gushing soaks the well smoked walls

Wasted my time residing in the safe unfeted halls

Treatment recommended by the demonic doctor's doll

"Bathe in pit and puddle", Doll winked,  "The carnage is mistaken as droll"

Shoved baptism, shove to baptise in this guilded writhing bright white floor

This sea, these waves tumbling over small-framed women and weak-kneed boys honor 'our masters' GWAR.