I was watching MASH the other day, I know, older then I am..but still so very poignant. I tend to pay a lot of attention to what Alan Alda's character Hawkeye has to say.
In the 14th episode of season one, so aptly titled "Love Story", Hawkeye is talking to Colonel Blake and says this: "Without love, what are we worth? 89 cents. 89 cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely." Blake's response is comedic at best, but that line caught me. How true is that? Without love, we're nothing.
Glad I'm in love now.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Eve Online - December 6, 2007
Eve Online posted a major patch today, Trinity. It looks beautiful. CCP of course arsed it p. Someone at CCP decided to name an important Eve file boot.ini. Hrrm, eerily familiar to a windows system file, no?
Well, the patcher deleted boot.ini from / instead of ./ and all kinds of pooch screwing occured. Most of the affected (yours truly included) managed to fix it easily.
Just goes to show good QA is needed everywhere.
Well, the patcher deleted boot.ini from / instead of ./ and all kinds of pooch screwing occured. Most of the affected (yours truly included) managed to fix it easily.
Just goes to show good QA is needed everywhere.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Interesting Lyrics- December 1, 2007
Well, party shuffle on iTunes strikes again. My 300gbs of music (All LEGALLY ACQUIRED!) are full of stuff I've never heard, and this time I came across something worth sharing.
Omega by Stone Sour. Quite interesting lyrics.
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the renting and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
Thats where you go when theres no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass, thats a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the American way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...
Remember..
You're a wreck
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything we've done
Omega by Stone Sour. Quite interesting lyrics.
What a skeletal wreck of man this is
Translucent flesh and feeble bones
The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones
Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear
And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus
On the bigger...better...now...
We all have a little sin that needs venting
Virtues for the renting and laws and systems and stems that riff from the branches of office
Do you know what your post entails?
Do you serve a purpose? or purposely serve?
Wind down inside atavistic galore
The value of a summer spent and a winter earned
For the rest of us there is always Sunday
The day of the week that reeks of rest but all we do is catch our breaths
So we can wade naked into the bloody pool
And place our hand on the big black book
To watch the knives zig zag between our aching fingers
A vacation is a countdown
T-minus your life and counting
Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste
What the fuck is all this for?
What the hells going on?
Shut up!
I could go on and on, but lets move on...shall we?
Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do
And like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs
Haven't felt like this in years
The great magnet of malicious magnanimous refuse
Let me go and plunge me into the dead spot again
Thats where you go when theres no one else around
Its just you, and there was never anyone to begin with, now was there?
Sanctimonious pretentious dastardly bastards with there thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger
Classified my ass, thats a fucking secret and you know it
Government is another way to say...better...than...you...
Its like ice but no pick, a murder charge that wont stick
Its like a whole other world where you can smell the food but you cant touch the silverware...what luck
Fascism you can vote for...isn't that sweet
And were all gonna die some day, cause thats the American way
And Ive drunk to much and said to little
When your gaffer taped in the middle, say a prayer, say a phrase, get yourself together and...
See whats happening
Shut up
Fuck you, fuck you
I'm sorry I could go on and on
But its time to move on...so...
Remember..
You're a wreck
An accident, forget the freak you're just nature
Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit snort and blaspheme
Let the heads cool and the engine run
Because in then end everything we do...
Is just everything we've done
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