The BOFH Excuse Server has had its telnet interface inexcusably down forever. With the necessary and invaluable assistance of Torgo who actually knows how to program computers I dumped my command line excuse generator in favor of this one, and also set up an RSS feed of random excuses here: http://iggy.fringehead.org/cgi-bin/excuse.rss (for infobots, etc.)
Satisfying. Thank you Torgo!!
The East Germans made a big mistake letting Bertolt Brecht into their country. He wrote one of my favorite political poems after one of their numerous repressive adventures:
The Solution
by Bertolt Brecht
After the uprising of the 17th June
The Secretary of the Writers Union
Had leaflets distributed in the Stalinallee
Stating that the people
Had forfeited the confidence of the government
And could win it back only
By redoubled efforts. Would it not be easier
In that case for the government
To dissolve the people
And elect another?
NO.
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The very interesting fellow who wrote the now-pulled PostgreSQL-HOWTO (a snippet of this bit of mad genius is here and should please non-techies as well as us geeks!) has his own website, I see, and it’s just as good as I had reason to hope!
At one point in my life if I heard a heavy diesel engine chugging at idle outside my window, I would think “Hmm. Fire truck? Tow truck? Something is afoot!” and go outside to look.
Now I automatically think “Soccer mom in a 6 liter diesel dualie crew-cab pickup”. And I’m always right.
I’m not a huge Buffy fan, but especially since eyeteeth‘s recent magickal adventures, I thought I’d share this: Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Theologian of the Year from The Door Magazine, my favorite religious humor magazine.
Not that there are any other such magazines.
They do some pretty good investigative work and some serious stuff as well.
And one more for all you TBN junkies out there: Paul Crouch, summed up.
<zetabug_> MAxiMUM COCK – INtrusive Monster Cocks Unleashed – Get Acess Now
<ignatz> sounds dangerous
<ignatz> they might peck me
<TorgoX> BKAW
* cogent ties a razor blade to ignatz’ toes
<mendel> intrusive cocks! They interrupt you while reading to ask about your parents.
<ignatz> Yeah, so I was sitting there trying to play solitaire when this huge penis bursts in and asks where I left the Economist from last week. How am I supposed to know and why can’t he look himself?
<zetabug_> Max the Cock
<TorgoX> “WHERE’S MY 1099?!” “Penises don’t GET 1099’s!!!”
<ignatz> Max? You wanna see Max? He’s in the… back room.
Going through the alumni of my college radio station (1984-1987 roughly) is weird.
So far I have found:
Others I know of have ended up in “new media”, or at record companies, or even in radio. The only one I’m still really friends with is a musician. The others I’ve mostly had a very hard time dealing with. Leaving the entertainment field, which I did in about 1989, is like leaving a religion. Even if you don’t get shunned you never feel comfortable around the insiders again.
Years ago I worked as a medical records transcriptionist: you know, one of those people who listens to doctors on tape and types reports. Medical transcriptionists are odd people. They tend to be highly intelligent people without a proper education, or with some damage in their lives that never allowed them to be successful professionals. So there were quite a few eccentrics, and we all were pretty tolerant of each other’s oddities.
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