Have you ever heard of the Paris catacombs and tunnels? Not the tourist version, but the real thing?

Say you’re in a long-term, committed relationship with someone. Your partner decides to flirt with someone else. At what point does that flirting go over the line?

(And before you ask, no, I’m not asking because of something that happened. Just curious where you are on the issue!)

I am back thinking about weeee again:

The Lord of La Mancha
I am I, Don Quixote,
THe Lord of La Mancha,
My destiny calls and I go weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward,
Oh withersoever they blow weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

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My old company’s assets are being auctionned off.

That’s just too fun to read. :)

This is perhaps one of the best social anthropological studies I’ve seen in a while. Thanks, Scott, for letting me see it. AN example:

The most disturbing customer of the day called right at nine to ask when we opened. I told him we were, and he asked if the DVD of “L.A. Sex Party” was in. (A lot of our movies have “sex party” in the title. It was only a few months ago that I realized that this is because a lot of porn renters don’t know what “orgy” means.)

Yay.

I am not one to promote the taking of illegal drugs. But I am against laws which put the wrong people in jail.

About 10-15 years ago, law enforcement officials and lawmakers tried to make computer operators liable for every message that passed through their systems. This meant that if you ran a mailing list, and someone on the mailing list posted an anti-government message, both that person and you were liable for its content. Kinda screwy, huh? These laws have been mostly struck down, though there are still some battles being fought. (Sorry, no links right now.)

Looks like the U.S. Senate is at it again. They’re saying that concert promoters should be held liable for up to 20 years in prison if people at their events take Ecstacy and other illegal drugs.

I know the lawmakers are trying to do “the right thing” here, based on the current problems. But the concert promoters can’t stop people from smuggling in a few tabs in their pockets. They can’t prevent a person’s drink being laced with Rohypnol and being date raped. They certainly should provide adequate security in the dance hall in case a problem breaks out, but how is it their responsibility that someone went down to Alphabet City and picked up a few tabs?

I agree with George Carlin. Once the governments of the world start putting a few of the bankers who launder the drug money and the lawyers who defend these drug pushers’ asses in jail, the drug trade would dry up immediately. “Hell, you wouldn’t be able to get drugs at high schools and prisons anymore!” :)

OK, this was just entirely too much fun, and because my friends poked me to post this, here it is.

Read The Adventures Of Grommit over at atypical.net. Grommit is a perl script masquerading as an AI on a little IRC server network I help maintain.

Oh, and in other news, we can actually get married once we get to Canada! Yay!

if this works you’ll see me posting from my palm m505!! :)

It’s all gone pear-shaped. Bush has finally gone off his rocker. I want absolutely nothing to do with this anymore.

Oh, and so has Matt Groenig, in a good way. Thanks :

I pledge allegiance to and wrap myself in the flag of the United States against anything un-American and to the Republicans for which it stands, two nations, under Jesus, rich against poor, with curtailed liberty and justice for all except blacks, homosexuals, women who want abortions, communists, welfare queens, treehuggers, feminazis, illegal immigrants, children of illegal immigrants, and you if you don’t watch your step.

OK, so I’m sitting here at my desk, having forgotten my protein powder for lunch (on a bit of a diet). Instead I ended up eating what was in my desk drawer, a present from a coworker: Men In Black II Ramen. This has the movie’s logo (those shiny blue metallic letters) and some tasty-looking ramen in a photo with a black starfield. No silhouettes of Smith & Jones here, though, probably because it would cost more.

So I make it, and come to realize that the reason it’s called MIB II Ramen is because the liquid flavor packet, and the resulting color of the soup, are the precise color of the ooze that comes out of an alien when you step on it. Gritty, black paste with a slight orange hue to it is absolutely unappealing . . . except when it’s 4:30 PM and you haven’t eaten lunch yet. :(

I hope this stuff stays down.

Oh, and in case you think I’m joking, there’s a picture of the stuff on their website. Click “Enter the site,” then “Products,” then “Foods.” Scroll down. Eeew. The convenience store chain “Family Mart” also carries the product line. Wow, so many merchandising opportunities!