Today, Joe Biden visits Press the Meat to talk about what a Dick that Cheney guy is. Then it’s a roundtable with douchebag Dave Brooks, Rachel Maddow, the too rich to pay taxes “Democrat” Harold Ford Jr., and some Republican schmuck (who’s got “closet case” written all over him) named Aaron Schock from Illinois.
Joe Biden also pops up on Faze the Nation.
On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has Jim Jones, White House national security adviser, and l’il Lindsey Graham.
The Goebbels network calls in the Big Dick (isn’t he time for him to just shut up already?), plus a roundtable with George :jerk: Will, Peter Beinart, Paul Gigot and Jane Mayer (John’s sister?).
At CNN, Fareed Zakaria has Paul Volcker, a discussion about Iran and nukes, and a chat with South African President Jacob Zuma.
:love:
So, let’s say you walk into a coffee place you’ve never really been to before, order a drink, they give it to you, and you find out it isn’t what you ordered, would you drink it anyway?
Let’s say you diverge from the safe course of action and careen down an uncertain path of drinking the foreign substance. And after you do, you feel light-headed and a little funny, and then guess that it might have been adulterated to get you high (that’s right, HIGH!). Would you think that someone loves you?
What I mean by a coffee place you’ve never really been to before is a place you may have smoked a joint outside of once or twice (no inhalation, of course) years ago, never venturing in.
I changed the registration process in an attempt to stop the idiot spambot registrations I keep getting. It shouldn’t affect anybody already registered, but let me know if you run into trouble.
What is a spambot?
Junkmail comments is about as technical as I can get with a definition.
All right, so back to the coffee story. Let’s say (imagine Ed Grimely voice-over) that whatever the mystery substance is is legal. Now, it may not be what was ordered, paid and tipped for, and it certainly isn’t going to directly harm you physically, but is it legal to knowingly give it to you the customer? Who cares, right? You’re high, and you won’t die…probably is what you’re thinking. I mean, hardly any one knows what half the shit is in their food anyway, let alone know how to pronounce or spell it.
So the plot thickens, and here’s the burn. It was a conspiracy of sorts, planned out months in advance, and carried out on others just like you.
Knack lead singer Doug Fieger dies of cancer
Coincidentally, I think the last day I smoked was a NYE when I went to see Was (not Was) and a bearded Doug joined them on stage for a rendition of “My Sharona” complete with an extended instrumental jam during which he stayed on stage uncomfortably sans guitar or moves.
🙁 :gate:
I’m sorry for all of my crazy comments. A fifth grader could have written them, I know. :peace:
Well, a spambot is a program that sends spam. In this instance, I guess I should have more accurately referred to them as registration bots. They go out and find user registration pages for forums, blogs, etc. The idea is for them to be able to post comments with links to their crap.
I added a CAPTCHA thing to the registration page a while back, and that stopped most of them, but one keeps on trying to register. I delete them when they come in, but it’s getting to be a pain.
The new thing uses CAPTCHA, a math test, a word test, and several “stealth” tests, plus it checks a list of IP addresses that have been blacklisted.
Perhaps a bit of overkill, but we really haven’t had a legit new user registration in quite some time.
So, we’ll see how long it takes before they beat that one, too.
On the plus side, I see it already prevented one. Damn Ukraine spamming bastids.
“crazy comments.”?
but, but, those are my favorite kind!
no apology needed.
Dale Hawkins dies
😕 :gate: :blues:
Colon cancer. Too bad. 73 is too young. Though I kinda doubt I’ll be getting much past that myself. I used to figure I’d be dead before 30, though, so what do I know?
yup
“I used to figure I’d be dead before 30, though, so what do I know?”
that every day over 30 is a hundred per cent profit?
Heh. Or 100% more painful than the day before (both mental and physical). Though if you can feel pain, at least you know you’re still alive.
I guess that’s what being alive past 30 means: the ability to still feel pain.
“Do you know when NASA was founded?”
“What?”
“July 29, 1959. Do you know how many years ago that was?”
“Uh…No, I can’t do that right now.”
“Can you spell European?”
“Yeah, I can. E-u-r-o-p-e-a-n.”
“Good. Get it, you’re-oh-peein’.”
“I guess.”
“You will later.”
“Can you spell Endeavor?”
“Uh, well, sometimes there’s a u. I can’t do it right now, though.”
I don’t have a computer in my head, so all of the quotes are fragmented and filled with whatever I can make-up that seems to fit.
“How about Philips, can you spell that?”
“One L or two. Uh, no I can’t. Just stop.”
“He doesn’t know how to spell Philips!”
“All this from a guy that can’t even spell argument.”
“I’ve misspelled that, yeah. It’s argue and ment put together, but I forget to take out the e sometimes.”
“Well, at least you know. It’s because you write fast, right?”
“Sure.”
“What’s that number you kept getting wrong in that math class we had together?”
“Oh, you mean when I kept saying e as 2.73.”
“Uh-huh. Can you do it now correctly?”
“Sure. 2.7191819184590459023 (wrong!).”
“Uh…”
“Holy shit, they’re gonna kill me!”
“Who?”
“I don’t know, whoever drugged me.”
“We’re not going to kill you.”
heh!
“Pain is my middle name!”
(that sounded so much more macho when i was 25)