If you can’t even bother to spell check your ads, asshole, maybe you won’t bother checking anything else.
Like intelligence reports.
Asshole.
Christians gathered at Wall Street to pray for help in the financial crisis. They laid hands on the bull and prayed for help.
They laid hands on the bull and prayed for help.
They laid hands on the bull and prayed for help.
Jesus fucking god. Would these people please READ THEIR OWN FUCKING BOOK?!?!?!?!?!?
Non-gaming. All politics. You’ve been warned.
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Friday, October 24, 2008
Some students burst into tears when a high school biology told them they’d be studying evolution. Another teacher said some students repeatedly screamed “no” when he began talking about it.
Other teachers said students demanded to know whether they pray and questioned why they had to learn about evolution if it was just a theory.
Discordia bless you, Bob Ross.
Bad News
My cpu’s hard drive died. I backed up most of the stuff I had on it, but not enough. I’ve lost a lot of data. It’ll cost about 300 bucks for a restore, but I really don’t have much choice. C’est la vie.
Good News
I’m writing a series of articles for a magazine (unnamed at the moment) called "Wicked Fantasy." It’s me taking a look at the classic D&D races, providing my own versions. The John Wick elf. The John Wick dwarf. The John Wick halfling.
No, it isn’t Halflingworld.
Should be fun. When I get a contract from the magazine (shortly), I’ll announce the name.
Bad News
The company I work for, Perot Systems, does IT work for other companies around the world. My current job involves a contract with Catholic Healthcare West–a chain of hospitals out here in the Western states. CHW wanted changes, Perot accomodated, and so my job is getting shipped out to India come June next year.
It’s okay, I’ve got plenty of opportunities out here, including transitioning to CHW staff. But I thought you should know if you ever hear Republicans talking about "America first" when it comes to workers, ask them about India. Then, give them enough time to jabber about how Democrats are going to ruin America, and then smack them across the face and tell them to be ashamed of themselves.
That is all.
A bit of nonsense. A segue. An aside. Not particularly useful. More poetry than polemic.
Enjoy, nonetheless.
October 25, 1854.
(and the best fuckin’ Maiden song evaaaar.)