July 29th, 2004

johnny cash

Oh look, a fucktard!

Class is over for awhile. Tomorrow, I collect a nice fat check. Go me. I'm so glad this is done with, because I'm wasted today... just so tired.

Anyway, have I got some fucktards for you.
First, ready to shit your pants? This article is claiming that Bush is on powerful antidepressants. The site is pretty... well, slanted, so take it with a grain of salt, but admitting the possibility is downright scary.

Some videogame playing kid in England killed his friend with a claw hammer. The cause? Why Manhunt, a rather brutal release from Rockstar games. It obviously _must_ be the video game, because no one's kid is going to go crazy and kill people. Sane heads at least, like the British Board of Film Classification agree that this is dumbass. (from DiePunyHumans)

Maddona wears a red string as a protection talisman, because of her "devotion" to Kabbalah. And for the small price ($25.99), you too can get your own Red String that has seen the tomb of Rachel the Matriarch. The source? Why, Target. Where else do you shop for occult supplies?
(from boingboing)

Moving away from Fucktards for a moment. Want free MP3s? Want legal free MP3s? Go for it. Rock out with your bad self.
(from boingboing)

This doesn't contain fucktards, but it's weird. Something is causing things to burst into flame for no clear reason in Sicily. I hope it really is Demons. It would make life more interesting.
(from GlitchNYC)
run the fuck away


Skype has released version 1.0 for windows, and has (finally) a linux version out. What is Skype? P2P VOIP, or for the unacronymed, like a filesharing program, but for making phone calls to other people's computers.

When I can find my mike, I'll hook up with it. You should hook up with it too.
run the fuck away

From _V is for Vendetta_

The scene- V, avenger against a 1984esque state, has a conversation with the statute of Justice.

V: There, now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking.

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me, an adolescent infatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you, albiet only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" and he'd say, "That's madam Justice," and I'd say, "Isn't she pretty?" Please don't think it was merely physical, I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person, as an ideal. That was a long time ago. I'm afraid there's someone else now.
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V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well, you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my Justice, you are his Justice, now you have bedded together. Well, two can play that game!

Justice: Sob! Choke! Who is she V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy, and she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did. She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel.

If you haven't read V is for Vendetta, another comic by the wonderful, fabulous, I-shall-have-his-man-babies Alan Moore, you should fix that. Now.