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By tuck 04 Nov 2000
speaking of tux.
By tuck 04 Nov 2000
speaking of tux.
By tuck 27 Oct 2000
you may not want to go here.
personally, i think he should keep it like that for halloween.
hit the link at your own risk. no complaints to anders about nightmares or vomit-destroyed keyboards.
By tuck 23 Oct 2000
after my thesis on asian mafias, i took an interest in secret societies. i recently remembered that a friend of mine in high school was always going on about Rosicrucianism.
it has been called the most mysterious secret society (Nataf, Andre.The Occult; W&R Chambers Ltd. 1991. p.78.)
The mystery of Rosicrucianism has never been penetrated; legend mingles closely with historical truth. The Rosicrucians are a brotherhood of scholars, alchemists and esoteric researchers who appeared in the 17th century.
in 1622, posters in Paris read: We deputies of the principal college of the brothers of the Rose-Cross [Rosae-Crux] are making our stay both visible and invisible in this town, by the grace of the All-High to whom the hearts of all just men turn, in order to draw men, our equals, from deadly error.
i was just reading around a bit and although i like the idea of secret texts like the “Fama Fraternitatis” that the Rosicrucians use/d (mostly due to the mere sound of the title, admittedly), my interest really perked up when i learned of the connection Rosicrucianism has to the Kabalah.
By tuck 21 Oct 2000
dial 1 800 888 3999 (free call.)
listen to all the options.
choose the obvious one.
more companies need an option like that.
By tuck 12 Oct 2000
if you need close personal protection or any sort of investigation done and for whatever reason you don’t/can’t use the police department (i.e. you are unsatisified with their work/they won’t do it/you have little confidence in them/you just plane don’t like them) use my new employer Defense Investigators Group, Inc.. we cover 13 eastern states, as well as international operations (including germany) so do it today!!
(please make sure you are rich as hell first.)
By tuck 30 Sep 2000
By tuck 09 Sep 2000
i never realized how debilitating shear frustration could be.
it is certainly one of the worst feeling human emotions, and lately i’d go so far as to call it the absolute worst. anger, for example, can actually be fun and useful. sadness, (from loss, for example) can be hurtful… but it can be dealt with by realizing that what is gone is gone. there’s no use suffering over the past, it is finished. but frustration can be torture- it leaves you unfinished so you don’t get the luxury of dealing with whatever the situation is. there has been no loss, but there continues to be forever potential for loss. half of you wants whatever you’re frustrated at to just end/die/lose/leave, causing pain, but at least rendering you able to deal with it. but the other half of you won’t give up the hope that you can prevent the ending/dying/losing/leaving, even if you are sure you can’t. the second-guessing, the forever thinking… it starves you of the breath of closure and forces you to endure.
By tuck 08 Jul 2000
day a: i find a cool place for $400/mo, cable modem ready, only 20 minutes by bus from downtown seattle.
day b: her mom’s real estate agent friend “Fanny” takes me to see it.
her mom comes along.
day c: her mom decides to buy the entire building.
a present for her step-son, my gal’s step-brother whom i think is about as neato as a chapped anus.
my new townhouse-mate? of course.
day d: i think: if i move out, her asian family takes offense and thinks i am trying to separate them from their daughter (plus i lose a SWEET place that i can actually AFFORD.)
if i don’t move out, her mom or step-brother becomes my landlord and can enter my space at their own discretion, most likely disapproving of my decorative tastes. if her step bro doesn’t like my music, her mom learns i’m a metal head and i am gone. her step bro doesn’t like my friends? her mom holds it against my character and i am gone. her step bro doesn’t like my decorated monkey skull (etc)? her mom calls the chinese mafia to off me or otherwise ship me as far away from her daughter as possible.
day e: i realize that i am in hell.
day f: i think about how i got to hell…
day g: maybe not hell… found a boxing club, cheap rent, cheap rent, cable modem, cheap rent… hell?
day h: definitely in hell. at least the food is good in hell…
By tuck 01 Jul 2000
Well, I’ve made email mistakes before (as Anders knows-sex ‘n sushi all the way) but, I’ve just bested myself. As a way of releasing my inner pain at my lastest self-stabbing online, I’ll share…
I just switched to a new mail address. To test whether I had successfully removed the auto-sig that the company uses to advertise for itself, I compiled a new one and sent it out to some friends:
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“You gnaw leather chew toys, you scum sucking, frog victimizing, aberrant promulgator of Pikachu’s greasy, tick-plagued loins! You hairball slurping, chicken jumping, pseudo-human android spawn of a malodorous pervert! You lewd harbinger of a space alien’s romantic fling at the zoo! Die!”
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Well, my new sig did replace the standard one. About a day later I began sending “change of email address” out to all important people, including potential and starting-this-wednesday-at-a-new-job employers. Accidentally (and perfectly) I forgot to replace the sig file test I made, so at the end of each “change of email address, please reply to confirm address update” was “You knaw leather chew toys…” etc.
aiyaiyai. so far, one reply from a firm in Seattle which said only: “Cute.”
in song… “Ohhhhh, how many times can i f!ck myself over, how many times indeeeee eee eee eeeeed…”
i guess this will show me immediately all the firms with cool senior p.i.‘s :)