Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.
Oscar Wilde

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
Oscar Wilde, In Life of Oscar Wilde, H. Pearson

I can resist anything but temptation.
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan, 1892, Act I

d-L33t3r is a AI construct, that lives on the Internet. It roams arounds the world, deleting things from people's computers both at random and using some sick malevolent logic.

His representative here in the physical world is my Mild-mannered co-worker Mark.

If you're not wierd, then I'm not the Most Popular Beaver!!!

I saw all of the above (or should I say below) posts.
I am glad to be home!!

Welcome back Monica. Things got a little crazy here at the blog while you were away. Howard Dean told everybody that you were dead, and then Matt K. suggested we replace you with some wierd guy named d L3373r. And while all this was happening I had this really funny post about me not knowing how to drive an automatic transmission, and later Howard Dean said it was the most fucking hilarious thing he's ever read. And then Matt K. said he wanted to see your sister is a swimsuit calender.

My E drive is shot, it won't eject. Right now it's got Matt Woo's Bad Religion CD stuck in it.

So if anybody wants to come over and listen to Bad Religion all afternoon ...

OK so that last post about tripping a mama kangaroo was a bit insesitive, and might be one of the reasons I don't have a girlfriend right now. I apologize for my obvious lack of respect for wildlife and motherhood.

If you could pick one person in the world to trip, who would it be?

I would trip a mama kangaroo.

Probably in my top ten posts.

yeee haww

I AM ALIVE!!!

I AM ALIVE!!!

Kix is beautiful.

I don't know about you guys but when I am at partys often I become obsessed with being funny.

So here is one of my jokes that popped up recently. It's about 2 or 3 in the morning and people are trying to find ways home. Either they lost their keys or are too drunk to drive, etc... (Ideal time to get laid)

So this girl wants somebody to drive her car home, and after that she doesn't really have a plan. No one really likes her, and all are trying to get out of driving her home.

So, get this, I ask if she drives a 5-speed or an automatic. She says she drives an automatic, so I says I don't know how to drive an automatic.

So she spends the next ten minutes trying to explain to me how to drive an automatic, and I try to look completely dumfounded.

I've never shared that story with anyone before, and felt that keeping that sort of humor from the world a secret would just be a crime.