As a matter of fact, I detest the damn pests wholeheartedly.
Especially the dumb ones: have a look at this innocent, boring, unoffending page (as it has been for the last four years). Then imagine some legal muppets and their threat letters and then look at the same page as of now.
Need I say anything more?
...since 1972!
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What a "crime". M. Haneef gives his phone's sim card to a cousin before leaving the UK for Oz, the cousin seemingly has connections to some goofball wannabe-bombers, and guess what happens? Oz decides to ruin the bystander, Haneef. Because having given away the sim card is a crime. Haneef hasn't done anything wrong, but his relative may have tried to. And suddently crime is transitive. Sippenhaft, you know. I'm sure the Nazis would feel quite at home in this century.
How Sweet and Just and all that! I feel a lot better now that poor Haneef has his future fucked up for nothing and no good reason. He'll certainly bear no grudge whatsoever against this completely fucked up joke of a legal system and the society behind assholes like Howard & co. Surely not.
This is so sickeningly stupid. I hope our descendants finally wise up and have all politicans be the first against the wall when the revolution comes. Because they are most certainly mindless jerks, and with crime now being transitive, the polly bastards' close associations with the real criminals should be treated at least as harshly as the luckless doctor with the dud relatives.
...wieder einmal setzt man sich in der Piefke-Regierung fest
die Scheuklappen auf, und negiert die Realität.
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Having a 4 channel oscilloscope
makes tinkering so much easier. Now I can look at four
incomprehensible and unexplainable voltages at the same time!
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I'm with Rat on this topic.
However, my favourite underdo^Wunderpig has a point there, too.
(credits, as always to Stephan Pastis with a big thanks for the dark & nasty & great strip!)
...to hear how my friend rob is spending a lot of time in the gym. My character is already fucked, so why waste time in the gym? It's spent way more productively with soldering iron in one hand and a datasheet printout in the other ;-)
Latest example: I talked to rob earlier this evening (about 3.5hrs ago), and he
asked me how hard it would be to make a Hardcore Gym Timer,
so that he can keep his "8 second blast/12 second slow" training
regime precisely.
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"Innsbruck, Ich muß Dich lassen"...viel schlimmere Barock-musi
gibts nicht. Ein guter Grund, das Gedudel als Türglocken-Melodei zu
verwurschten. Weil es soll ja nicht gut und wohlig klingen, sondern
laut und nervig damit a) ich aufkreuch und zur Tür gehe und b) die
Wartenden sich möglichst gleich ohne meine Mithilfe dazu entscheiden
daß sie sich schleichen. Weil mei home is mei kastl, da sind nur
wenige besondere Leute willkommen.
In diesem Sinne also eine perfekte Wahl. Wie ich das verbrochen hab, erzähl ich
weiter unten.
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