yeh. hit that shitx0r.
So in less than 12 hours I will be at the airport and in 13 hours (damn security!) I shall be on a plane and hop up to PDX. The birthplace of SG so you KNOW it's tasty.
I hope I'll be able to be pretty active on the site but school is gonna munch up lots of my time. So, I hope you party peoples can shake your collective asses without too much prodding on my part.
Now to sort my clothes. Ick.
Sorry I haven't said too much here but I'm bombarded with crap. I've finished Cryptonomicon and just got myself a fat thing 'o TEH CTHULHU w/ which to amuse myself on the plane.
'Cryptonomicon -- the progression of crytpography/technology vs the recursive themes in humanity. DISCUSS! Or I Shall throw a discus at you'.
Damn, I didn't post a poem on Wednesday (though I hit you with Prufrock last week). So uh to continue with the Eliot theme
From Modern Humorist, the Holy Tango of Poetry:
"If Poets Wrote Poems Whose Titles Were Anagrams of Their Names"
Toilets
by T.S. Eliot
Let us go then, to the john,
Where the toilet seat waits to be sat upon
Like a lover's lap perched upon ceramic;
Let us go, through doors that do not always lock,
Which means you ought to knock
Lest opening one reveal a soul within
Who'll shout, "Stay out! Did you not see my shin,
Framed within the gap twixt floor and stall?"
No, I did not see that at all.
That is not what I saw, at all.
To the stall the people come to go,
Reading an obscene graffito.
We have lingered in the chamber labeled "Men"
Till attendants proffer aftershave and mints
As we lather up our hands with soap, and rinse.
PDX prepare to be SEXED UP and BEFUCKED LIKE A LINUXBOXEN.
So in less than 12 hours I will be at the airport and in 13 hours (damn security!) I shall be on a plane and hop up to PDX. The birthplace of SG so you KNOW it's tasty.
I hope I'll be able to be pretty active on the site but school is gonna munch up lots of my time. So, I hope you party peoples can shake your collective asses without too much prodding on my part.
Now to sort my clothes. Ick.
Sorry I haven't said too much here but I'm bombarded with crap. I've finished Cryptonomicon and just got myself a fat thing 'o TEH CTHULHU w/ which to amuse myself on the plane.
'Cryptonomicon -- the progression of crytpography/technology vs the recursive themes in humanity. DISCUSS! Or I Shall throw a discus at you'.
Damn, I didn't post a poem on Wednesday (though I hit you with Prufrock last week). So uh to continue with the Eliot theme
From Modern Humorist, the Holy Tango of Poetry:
"If Poets Wrote Poems Whose Titles Were Anagrams of Their Names"
Toilets
by T.S. Eliot
Let us go then, to the john,
Where the toilet seat waits to be sat upon
Like a lover's lap perched upon ceramic;
Let us go, through doors that do not always lock,
Which means you ought to knock
Lest opening one reveal a soul within
Who'll shout, "Stay out! Did you not see my shin,
Framed within the gap twixt floor and stall?"
No, I did not see that at all.
That is not what I saw, at all.
To the stall the people come to go,
Reading an obscene graffito.
We have lingered in the chamber labeled "Men"
Till attendants proffer aftershave and mints
As we lather up our hands with soap, and rinse.
PDX prepare to be SEXED UP and BEFUCKED LIKE A LINUXBOXEN.
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asmodean:
Cryptonomicon was fun, not as much of a rush as Snow Crash was... not as cryptic and ethereal like Diamond Age, but definitely fun. I wish Stephenson would learn endings though .. Zodiac had the only decent ending out of all his stuff (its about eco-terrorists) ... the rest of em tend to get to the end and then he throws out a "wtf? its over?" kind of ending..
aries:
ok now its been long enough, post some pics of your self. i cant see what you really look like