I almost never trust my gut. He's almost always wrong, for example when he's telling me I'll puke if I drink one more whiskey. Pfffft. I haven't puked due to alcohol or illness in over 10 years, I'll tell you when I'm a-done drinking, you bastard little gut. You mind your own business, like processing large amounts of fiber and vegetable material into nigh-unpassable log-jams that are shameful yet exhilarating for the right people. For my kind of people.
At any rate, in reference to what Sam's got up at the moment, I'll agree with little mister pay-your-bill-and-let's-get-some-sleep gut. That chick killed her own driver after the motor block got shot out and the car ground to a halt. Maybe even before. There's no way that an Italian Secret Service agent is going to try and run an American roadblock, period, especially not to protect a communist reporter, which is worse than counter-productive: It would be the quickest way to get her killed that you could think of. Secret Service agents, even Italian ones, are many things, but they're not stupid. That's a high-skills job.
We all know it; she should just admit. Bitch killed her own bodyguard, mark my words.
My girlfriend is in the shower right now, preparing for her big night. She's old enough now, so I figured it's time for her introduction to the beautiiful, sensual world of Southwestern Corn Bread. When she comes back to the kitchen, I'll have it waiting for her, hot and ready. She's Bavarian, and therefore had a conservative upbringing, where the subject of Southwestern Corn Bread was often treated as taboo, or dirty, something to be done with shame or loathing, and only when absolutely necessary.
This is where I feel our different backgrounds complement one another. Where I come from, Southwestern Corn Bread, when shared among two people who love each other, is a beautiful, noble thing. Perhaps the best of things. It is something to be celebrated; it is something that binds two people closer together.
I'll be gentle, and take the burden of the Southwestern Corn Bread upon myself. I repeat, I shall be gentle. Perhaps when I'm back in Germany, we can invite her sister over for some hot 2-on-1 Southwestern Corn Bread action.
UPDATE: That may very well have been the best damn piece of Southwestern Cornbread I've ever had. Just...damn!
but I was bored, and figured a little self-meme-abuse was in order. So, let's see, what's the nearest book. Ah, "Vor Drehbeginn. Effektive Planung von Film- und Fernsehproduktionen." (Peter Dress)
Page 123:
Bei Pfändung und Beschlagnahme auf den Auszahlungsanspruch, ruht dieser und tritt erst wieder in Kraft, wenn die Pfändung und Beschlagnahme aufgehoben ist. Der Produzent tritt bereits jetzt alle Rechte und Ansprüche aus sämtlichen abgeschlossenen und noch abzuschließenden Verwertungsverträgen, in dem in 4 Ziffer 2-genannten Umfang hiermit an die Bank ab. Die Bank nimmt hiermit die Abtretung an.
You dig that? Die Bank nimmt hiermit die Abtretung an, dude. Words of wisdom, my friend. Words of wisdom.
So so, the open source community is abuzz that the Mozilla Foundation is considering dumping the Mozilla Suite in favor of Firefox. I thought that was the plan all along, but I guess I was mistaken.
I like using the Mozilla Suite for several reasons. I'm the kind of person that takes notes with the HTML composer, because it generates cross-platform, linkable, formattable documents, and plus the little button's always been down there in the lower left-hand corner. The mail client is better than Thunderbird, and has worked well with IMAP servers since at least Netscape 4. The chat client always struck me as a waste of 8x16 pixels. The sidebars are cool.
That being said, I've not used it for months on Windows, and only sparingly on Mac or Linux. On Windows, Firefox is the go-to guy, because I rarely surf on Windows anyway and I'll be damned if I'll fire up that spyware-injector from Microsoft. On Mac and Linux, however, KHTML has got me convinced.
C'mon, KDE geeks, and get Konqueror and KMail ported over to Windows!
Dear fellow residents of Germany: If somebody's raping you on a daily basis, are you sure you want to start paying for their Viagra? Jungs, don't load the mugger's gun for him, 'k?
via Augie
