You're fired Paras.

here's a few words of advice: don't get spraypaint on the winspear center. They're real fuckin' anal about it. Dumb cunts.

Al, I can't really go to heritage days tomorrow, but I'm more than up for bad movie night. I have no idea what's on deck (I nominate someone not-Paras to decide on that), but I can offer up my place as a potential, uh, alter of misery, as it were. (It would really save me on moving around, seeing as I've become the world's laziest person of late (That's right, I stand by my superlative. World's Laziest Person.))

So, you're thinking about posting a message, are you? Well, have I got just the thing for you. A new posting form. That's right, if you act now, you can join the wonderful world of beta testing. Complete with bugs, unexpected code changes (possibly right in the middle of you posting a message) and syntax errors. Oh the syntax errors! Have fun.

Oh, yeah, and the important bit. Let me know if there are problems, or you have suggestions.

How bout hertiage days tomorrow? I say we get there at 12 ish and meet in front of Italy. You can get gelato while you wait.

Hmm... Now that you mention it, I do know I waaaaaaaant it. How do you do that, Gaut?

And an even better question, where's Beck when I need to test a new UI? Huh??

Tay, clarky and Ngz, I know you guys are on top of this shit, but for anyone else that is interested in the new wolfnote cd, it arrives at megatunes on monday, and A&B in a few weeks. You know you waaaaaaant it.

oh... now it's a good size.
That was odd.

It's ok, I'm back now.
What do you mean you didn't know I was gone? Liar.

Hey Par, the text area for the posting form is really tiny now. Is that how it's supposed to be or is it just my machine?

Ooh, new submit-a-message look.

So you know what I don't understand? People who get a job for a week, "borrow" the keys to their employer's farm equipment and then have races at the grounds at night (calling each other loudly by name when caught). You know what else I don't understand? People who make out next to a pile of horse shit long enough to be asked to leave three times, then have my highbeams shined on them. Some people are stupid.