Fuck it, let the NSA tag my heading. Christ knows if I get voice activated software as I am resigning myself to with a huge *sigh*, I can expect the same shit I had back in 2000. Back then, the program INSISTED my last name was Sailor. No shit. It INSISTED, as if I must be wrong. "Are you certain?" My reply: "I can use you as a coaster, you fuckburger." (Fuckburger is a word I rarely use, though it is quite common to hear me say fuck fuck fuckitty fuck when I am trying to type. I am adding all of these f words so that the NSA will report back to their superiors (c'mon, Rumsfeld is still the shadow man) that there's this new Arab guy, Al-Sallee, who is causing a stir about a...voice...activated...thingie. To paraphrase that odd film with Patrick Swayze that had Julie Newmar in its title, I think that the first story I read (since I know "they" will be listening) will be called "To Wang Chung With Love, Sirhan Sirhan." Look for me on CNN or check your local listings....Wayne PS I'm ranting because I really don't want to resort to Dragon Naturally Speaking because, to me, its like having to wear adult diapers. I swore I'd never use voice activation. There really is no plus side to this. I'm selling out, pure and simple. And since I have no real photos to go towards this post, I'll just show some of my hideous little Frankenstein body.
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Good God man! I cringe everytime I see more of your injuries.
I've been meaning to come by ever since you sent out that post from "anonymous" that you deleted. That cracked me up.
Al-Sallee? Yet another of your secret identities? I suppose it necessary for you to stay ahead in your cosmos spanning war with the evil Sternberg cult. I know, of course, that said cult is actually responsible for all the injuries which are detailed in these photos. I can read between the lines.
Great..between the al-Queda references and comments about the Cult of Sternberg, I figure I'll be in Gitmo by Christmas.
Jeez Wayne.
And I told you - it's never a bad thing to take care of yourself. Now stop acting like it is before I hope a train down there and smack you upside the head.
You remind me of my brother who'll hop along 5 miles on his one leg with the stump of the other swollen and bleeding before he'd ever admit that a handicap parking sticker might not be such a bad idea.
Men. Hmph. It's gotta be a guy thing.
On my trip to New England last week, we got the extra-special security scans. They put us in a kind of cattle-bin and rayed us, then patted us down, then swabbed all of our carry-on stuff with something that reacts if it encounters explosives. First time I'd flown since 2000. Since I'm such a Bush-hata, I figured this would happen.
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