Let’s be clear about what you’re actually protesting because until you get clear on it your failure is assured.

A government deeply vested in profitless ventures taking all its money by sale of mind-numbingly awful ordnance and threat to its citizens of incarceration at best, violence at worst, which gives its unearned cash by the long ton to failed and corrupt ventures entirely regulated and largely managed by itself is not actually capitalism in action.

I wonder if that old adage “Once you go black you never go back” also refers to Presidents of the United States of America.

Quasi.

I take writing notes in email because I can filter them to the right folders and do them during the work day seamlessly, as they occur, from the command line without looking up from hacking. Immediately after mailing the titular note to myself as a quote for something I’m writing I got an ad at the top of my Gmail commending a talent agency to me. Feeling a bit short on talent I decided I had best visit…

…and life writes comedy better than writers as often as not.

I can’t remember the last time I drew on a pet with permanent marker or when it was more fun.

Also, since somebody brought it up–

Herein undisclosed parties made an offer to buy the domain Sedition·com recently. $50,000, honky. You know what I said already, don’t you?

Also, you jumped the gun—your server is configured badly and your users make assumptions. I get your email bounces from Redmine tickets, cron messages for root, user password recovery, et cetera.

See also: Dear pharmacy tech…

Also, see also–

Patriot Act, the

1. the missing act in the American play; more at patriot.

2. a legal act to allow extended powers of warrant and interoperability to new and differing branches of law enforcement as well as to provide sufficient funds for the purchase of enough matches to cover every copy of the US Bill of Rights extant.

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Also… Rick Santorum is still alive?

Via.

I set the bottle down on the counter with the cork loosened. I reached to get something and the cork shot out past my face with a bassy pop. Scared the living daylights out of me. Thought I was gonna collapse.

I snatched it out of the air on its way down. Didn’t try. Didn’t think about it. Didn’t look at it. Didn’t see it go up or coming down. It was just in my hand; off-hand.

And in the midst of the laughing adrenaline rush from the scare and amazement for how long this unconscious reflex training has lasted my buzz was fucking killed. Stomped flat. This is what I’ve trained for. Catching surprise falling crap for my own self-congratulation and the occasional bored acknowledgement of another marvelous feat of physical trivia from the wife.

I want to buy stuff and I don’t care if anyone has sex in the butt.

I find it incomprehensible that these positions have become mutually exclusive in the main.

Four and a half years ago we wrote America, not Cheney, dodged a bullet this morning, discussing how lucky it was Cheney didn’t get himself killed touring Afghanistan. It was right. We were lucky.

Well, that was then. This is now and four years ago we pointed out in Black commedy gold that only 68% of Americans even knew Cheney was Vice President at the time. Today that number is surely closer to 50% if not less.

Someone could flush this turd today and no one would notice anything but a mild improvement in atmosphere.

Phil LaMarr.

That’s about it.

You can have an infinite, well, practically, number of even short phrases in English. It’s so easy. For example–

That aardvark wears Gucci.

I would all but bet my life that that is the first time that phrase has ever been uttered, printed, or even thought. And it’s four words. It becomes trivial to draw it out to something impossible to resist: That visiting aardvark persistently demonstrated a marked preference for Italian silk textiles, and particularly Gucci scarves, each autumn when the weather turned.

Consider another phrase–

Jesus Christ, I wish I’d married your sister instead.

We can all agree, I’m certain, that this phrase has no chance of being novel, nor will any of its obvious variations.

Until socio-psycho-linguistic sciences can predict with some demonstrable accuracy, even if slight, the statistics and model of each, well… socio-psycho-linguistic sciences just really don’t rate as far as science goes; though I’m certain there is a Pentagon contractor at MIT who’d disagree.

Of the things making the kids stupid today, media obviously takes top prize and this is in spite of some really amazingly bad parenting. Like auto-fellatio amazing. Harry Potter as a general subcategory of media is the part of the Venn visible from space.

A client was upset that the animated .gifs from his site weren’t animated when printed out. I tried to explain that it simply wasn’t possible.

Client: Why are you lying to me? I know it’s possible – have you not seen the moving posters and pictures in Harry Potter!?

A client was upset…

Friends, teach your children well. They can recognize the true normals muggles by their Harry Potter tattoos.

More tiny wasps. She was about 6 millimeters long.

I’m feeling paralyzed lately. Unable to achieve anything beyond making it to work and that the kids are eating right. It’s been so long since I played music or wrote anything significant. The end.

Well, I finished that story anyway.

:( <-- that’s me after reading my own joke.

Sedition·com/search/norway.

Absurdity outside the context of a coherent narrative is indistinguishable from insanity.

Fuck you, paper towel. Always trying to tell me what to do.

You know who really loses when people apply stereotypes?

Dumb Chinese kids and blacks who can’t dance.

When you look at some hopeless code for long enough you start to think it’s just your situation. Apparently some other shops have problems understanding that unique primary keys are actually a really good idea.

Well, I don’t care if you don’t think it’s funny.