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I’ve seen coders compile entire modules and make nothing but vaporware… but this guy… he did something.  If you’re paying attention it’s pretty funny.  You have to understand a bit about code and compiling before the depths of it will make sense, but the general joke won’t require that you be a code-warrior.

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A “3D Monocle”… I really don’t know what to say.  Really, seriously, I don’t.

It seems a lot like saying “A six-wheeled unicycle” to me.

(Seriously, didn’t you feel a bit burned yesterday?)

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Ok, while we’re looking at bizarre things, here’s another.  It’s a… well, it’s a… it’s kind of like a…

Screw it.  Just watch the damn video.

It would have been handy to pick up my ego a few times after two totally life-invalidating rejections by hawt chicks when I was younger.  Only two?  Yes, only two.  I wasn’t Mr. Wild and Crazy Guy but my batting average wasn’t bad either.   The ego statement was an attempt at a joke.  (sigh)

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Oooh.  Fractals.  I love fractals.  Now… I think I should marry a fractal.

Wait… fractals are endlessly complex things, aren’t they?  Never mind, I’m already married to one of them, then.  Whatever, here’s some 3D fractal geek-schwing stuff.

I now have one less thing capable of keeping me up at night.  Partition number theory… solved.

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This last one was kind of disturbing to me.  You know, normally I don’t gravitate towards posting stuff that is this f***-ed up, but honestly this bothers me.  If you don’t want to read something  kind of sad and soul-less, don’t read on.  Find something on youtube or something…

I am reasonably sure that were ancient Rome to have been found to have an internet, this sort of thing would have existed.  I can honestly say that I haven’t any respect for these guys.  If you are so unhappy that you want to cheat, leave.  Or just man up and tough it out, but your spouse and kids deserve better than a lying sack of shit.

Note:  Not truly interested in being told all the reasons why being a hardass on this is wrong.  I’m sure anyone engaged in this behavior has all sort of wonderful rationalizations or there’s probably someone really good at defending the person who is doing it, but that’s all a lie, too.  If I were on the receiving end of the lie, I’d want to know.

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Sure wouldn’t think so…  I want to know why ABC didn’t scream blue bloody murder.  Perhaps there was more to the story?

Evilly filming attendees on the sidewalk.  Emphasis mine.  Nice fellas.

ABC Reporter Arrested in Denver Taking Pictures of Senators, Big Donors

Asa Eslocker Was Investigating the Role of Lobbyists and Top Donors at the Convention

By BRIAN ROSS

Police in Denver arrested an ABC News producer today as he and a camera crew were attempting to take pictures on a public sidewalk of Democratic Senators and VIP donors leaving a private meeting at the Brown Palace Hotel.

Police on the scene refused to tell ABC lawyers the charges against the producer, Asa Eslocker, who works with the ABC News investigative unit.

A cigar-smoking Denver police sergeant, accompanied by a team of five other officers, first put his hands on Eslocker’s neck, then twisted the producers arm behind him to put on handcuffs.

A police official later told lawyers for ABC News that Eslocker is being charged with trespass, interference, and failure to follow a lawful order. He also said the arrest followed a signed complaint from the Brown Palace Hotel.

The sheriff’s officer is seen telling Eslocker the sidewalk is owned by the hotel. Later he is seen pushing Eslocker off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic, forcing him to the other side of the street.

It was two hours later when Denver police arrived to place Eslocker under arrest, apparently based on a complaint from the Brown Palace Hotel, a central location for Democratic officials.

During the arrest, one of the officers can be heard saying to Eslocker, “You’re lucky I didn’t knock the f..k out of you.”

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source:  http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/Conventions/story?id=5668622&page=1

Working until WAY late tonight, so not much to post unless I say “**** it” and quit.

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(breaktime)

Ann Arbor is a hop-skip-jump from here (and I work in Ann Arbor), so this story posted by Sean over at the Brea Canyon Monument struck a chord.  I immediately told Cruel Wife that the lesson here was never, and I mean NEVER sell my DVD’s.

Wonder what she does for an encore?  Sells credit cards out of his wallet?

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(more breaktime)

But this guy broke the law, and he did it badly.  You have to elect to be this stupid.

Illinois Man Arrested After Sending Two Hostages on Beer Run

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

FORT MADISON, Iowa —

An Illinois man who police say held five people hostage in a Fort Madison motel was arrested after he sent two of his hostages on a beer run.Police say 33-year-old Jason Slagel, of Moline, Ill., is charged with five counts of false imprisonment and going armed with intent. They say Slagel pulled a knife during an argument Tuesday night with another man and told the people in the room that they wouldn’t be allowed to leave.

One man was cut and Slagel had a cut on his hand, but police say the injuries weren’t serious.

Police say that after awhile, Slagel got thirsty and sent two of his hostages out for beer.

After the hostages left, they called police and Slagel was arrested without incident.

(later, much later)

*I am just a poor boy though my story is seldom told…*    *i walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where? i
don’t know*

*Lost in a Roman…wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane*

*You’ve got another plan of action
But we all know it ain’t never gonna work
It must be hard having dog dreams
That never come true*

*but it looked to me like he’d died
and missed the plane to heaven
but he was a nice ol’ guy
for a younger man
he had a bottle of mad dog
he held in his hand
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*Everythings stuck together
I dont know what you expect starring into the tv set*

So, you’re wondering if you missed something.  Uh, no.  Well, yes you did.  You missed about an hour ago when I had three fuses just vaporize with a pop and a nasty ozone smell and a muskier smell of something unsavory burning inside my head.  Then I turned the volume up and kept working.  Figured if I haven’t keeled over yet, I must be all right.  The solid model in front of me is starting to flow and waver, and it is like a high-tech version of a Carlos Castaneda novel.  All those lyrics are from the music pouring into my quivering brain.  What’s left of it, anyway.  I haven’t exactly taken inventory, if you know what I mean.  I just don’t think… hey!  Who’s hungry?

This is my concession to damage mitigation, which is to type at you, Constant Reader (who surely must have deserted me long ago after reading this, thus making me either a liar or enmeshed in a psychotic episode).   For some reason there is catharsis in writing even though the words may only be viewed by… well, even nobody.  It’s like putting it on paper and pushing it away from you or being able to put your arms around the whole thing so as to understand it.  Whatever “it” is, typically.

It’s now 1:42am and I’ve been going since 9:30 yesterday morning.  Can I do 36 hours?  Dunno.  Do I want to try?  About as much as putting my nether regions in a sliding glass door and slamming it a few times.  Lesson to the wise:  Don’t promise what you know is not reasonably possible.  Not if you have scruples/morals/magic-eightball.

Now 2:08 and the break has helped clear my brain a bit.

Over at Weasel’s Allen has just opined that he’d love to see a bunch of Obama worshippers fall to the ground after BO levitates into his temple accompanied by an overhead holographic rainbow.  He said they also need to be writhing on the ground and speaking in tongues.  I have coined the term “Obamaglossolalia” to capture the essence (hope no one has already come up with it – google had no hits) – the essence of a bunch of libtard moonbats with no self control, lots of hero-worship, and a generous dollop of babbling meaningless and totally unintelligible phrases like “change” and “hope” and “unity”.  Good words, all.  But next to meaningless for the task at hand, that of elucidating a concrete policy on which to run for POTUS.

Ok, so, I feel much better now.  Back to it.

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