The spammer's solution to captcha's (those distorted pictures from which you have to identify letters and numbers in order to register for a website) is, apparently, to take advantage of the web-viewing public's propensity for free porn.

Oh, and for a bit torrent search engine that's an actual crawling engine, (rather than just a frontend to a google search), try TowerSeek.org. I'm not sure how good it is, but it seems to do the job thus far.

No work for me today... too cold for the van to start.

we didn't actually own the lake, you dork, we owned a cabin. and it was small, and it had a wood stove, and it had an outhouse, and the pump froze in winter. so you had to get your water brought in... or from snow. That's what I miss. And that's what made me happy. I even miss the smell of stale mothballs and dried wood that the cabin had when it had been sitting all shut-up for a while... and the fact that you had to chop wood, and shovel a path to the outhouse, and that the toilet paper had to be kept in a coffee can to prevent squirrels from eating it... that's what I miss, and that's what would make me happy, smartass, not the frozen body of water.

hiya

Here you go, Beck. It's the little victories that are important.

• ... the question of whether Machines Can Think ... is about as relevant as the question of whether Submarines Can Swim


• Teaching BASIC should be a criminal offense


• If in physics there's something you don't understand, you can always hide behind the uncharted depths of nature. You can always blame God. You didn't make it so complex yourself. But if your program doesn't work, there is no one to hide behind. You cannot hide behind an obstinate nature. If it doesn't work, you've messed up


• When there were no computers programming was no problem. When we had a few weak computers, it became a mild problem. Now that we have gigantic computers, programming is a gigantic problem


• Why has elegance found so little following? Elegance has the disadvantage that hard work is needed to achieve it and a good education to appreciate it

Temp: -33.0°C
Wind: 10.41km/h
Humidity: 67.5%

Damnit! It's bad enough when my parents leave over the summer and I have to spend some (minimal) time at home, but now that it's winter, and the furnace makes weird noises (it sure is humming a lot more than it used to...), I have to be home a lot more, and make meals, and keep things clean, and ensure that my Grandma doesn't die, and hold it all together until the end of the month. fuck.

I hate that house. I wish we had sold it and kept the lake. Then I'd be happy. Not too much can go wrong with a wood stove and an outhouse. But here, if the furnace quits, we'll freeze and the pipes will burst, and the water heater could explode, and the house could burn down. so yay for responsibility!

sorry I'm all dooms-day. Getting up at 3 (not on purpose) doesn't do me much good in this frigid weather.

On a more positive note, my Grandma told Jean (the guy who lives in France) that I might be coming to visit him, and he was really excited about it. I don't know how much that will change things for my intent on travelling in Europe... I may opt to stay a long time in Bordeaux... still, exciting!

Those videos are fuckin rad, they do take free walkin' to another dimension, although I do want to see them slide some rails though, a possible goal for the summer maybe?!

P, what a night eh?

I promised you tonight that I wouldn't rhyme
But it's hard not to because I am not a mime

But even if I was, I would break this rule
To drop this rhyme and end up on a mule

To ride into school full of seusse's bamboosal
To wipe up your face and clean up all that drool

That was secreted from all those tiny pores
Because Last night ended up being the gold of all the ores

Ok so, these words don't even compete with William Shattner
Like switching vowels in Heff's name and call him Haffner

The Gautmaster must bid all good night
Hopefully percy in the morning will get back his sight

This pop-lockin flow is gonna block-rockin paralyze.
I flash cash money-dough in fronta the waitresses eyes
Ya slam 2 drinks and need mo, and then it materialize
fire on the prarie rarin to go, but out so fast don't even realize
that yer mom's on the pho' an' you need ta strategize
but yer passed out on the flo' and ya answer "hello"s instead of "waiii?"s
Comin'n thirty minutes an' no mo', and man how that time just flies!
the zen's a no-go, no matters how hard ya tries
momma's here though, but you're a man now and he don't cries
on his knees in the basement (d'oh!), as punishment for drunken lies
was it worth it? Iunno, but you just gotta rationalize:
tonight went from so-so to outright fuckin legendized.

HAPPY CRUNKIN BIRTHDAY BOIYEEE!!!!

P: you're the fuckin man... NEVER FORGET IT!

WORD MA JUGGA, WORD!!!

You can't sink my battleship!

Errrrrrg