This phone is on it’s way to my home as I type this shizzle.
My PDA is only good for wiping my butt, and I am entitled to a new phone with my Verizon plan, so I elected to get this gem. It will do all the loverly things that my existing phone does, plus almost all the things my existing PDA will do. Additionally, it is manufactured from rubberized plastic, so it is not slippery like the silver MotoQ. This nifty feature inspired heated jealousy in my brother, who owns the silver model. This made me smile. 
kb9udr <— I like black things.
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Dead Parrot
This is probably one of my favorite Monty Python skits EVER!!!11!! After laughing through the entire video, if you will direct your attention to the related items on the right side. There you will discover other funnies.
kb9udr <— Some call me…Tim?
I have to ride elevators all day long. It is how I get around the building I work in. The vast amounts of laziness chromosomes that I possess prohibit me from taking stairs when there is a perfectly good elevator in working condition staring me in the face. However, not everyone is made to ride on these magical contraptions.
Just this morning, I was waiting to get on an elevator, and as the door opened several others were waiting to get off. No less than 4 people rushed by me, pushing past the friendly people trying to get out. I waited. It is the polite thing to do. Wait for the elevator to empty to get on.
Then, as I was trying to get off, several others rushed past me to get on the elevator before I could sneak out. How damn rude? Ruder than you may think. These were all people that work here. Not just public laypersons, but employees that ride the freaking elevators everyday. Now, If I was a guest at a hotel where the cleaning staff tried overpowering me on an elevator, you can bet that I would report it to management post haste. If I were the manager of a place that had snotty elevator using persons working there, I would want to know it.
kb9udr <— Post Haste is a silly thing to say
I have been dealing with the ugliness of blogspam. Yes, dear friends/strangers, there is apparently such a thing as spamming a blog. People/robots/scum will actually post pingback and trackback messages on my blog via a program. They don’t even have to take the time to login. I even turned off trackbacks and pingbacks…the bastards still found a way around it. Even with login forced to ON for comments, they still defiled my glorious blog-o-shit.
No longer! I installed Spam Karma. This sucker is the plug-in to beat all plug-ins. It is my Pikachu to their “insert some other Pokemon here“. It has a timer on how long they were at the site, it seeks out certain word combinations, it runs RDNS on the IP you are posting from, etc., etc., etc… I challenge you spam fags to stomp your muddy shoes on the floor of my blog. I dare you to fill my inbox with notifications of tricksey and false comments. In short, BITE MY ASS!
“They may take our lives, but they will never take our FREEDOM!” (If you do not know the origin of this quote then you are missing out on a great movie. Google it…)
kb9udr <— Sick of this shit.
This comic is my new favorite:Â Wondermark.
Illustrated jocularity, indeed.
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I used to think gamers were some of the most hand-eye coordinated people on Earth. It turns out that I was HORRIBLY wrong.
kb9udr <— I want a Wii.
Cell phones DO NOT cause cancer!
The judicial system drives this country forward, or holds it back. Not the president. Not congress. Not the people. The freaking judges. If one judge sets a precedent of giving money to some poor schmuck that broke his neck on a slip-and-slide, while using it properly, then everyone who gets hurt EVER AGAIN, on a slip-and-slide will receive 1.2 million dollars. That is how this country works.
So, when some doctor (bear in mind that this doc knows nothing about RF) decides to tell the world that he has a tumor, caused by using his cell phone, the judicial system steps up to the plate. They decide who is right and wrong. They set precedents. Not experts. This doctor knew nothing of the workings of RF. No human really does. In my mind it is one of the only realms of science where we can never actually see the forces at work, we can only theorize by what happens when we do X. We can look at the human body down to almost atomic levels, but we can never see the RF hitting any cells and can only surmise that “SOMETHING” is causing a problem.
Dear Doctor Dickhead:
Why does the medical industry use RF to KILL cancer cells if you say that RF from your cellphone CAUSED cancer? Why are you so dumb? Why am I spelling every word correctly and not having to hit the backspace even once?
I’ll tell ya why: Money, and the freedom(power) to be able to interpret laws any way you wish. I don’t know about YOU, but I think that crap is pretty black and white. Do not kill people…duh. Do not steal stuff…duh. Don’t copy music…duh. Don’t pee on the sidewalk…duh. Why do people even THINK that there is room for interpretation in any law? This country is so screwed up…
kb9udr <— Communist in the making.
Some dude was convicted of several wrongdoings the other day. One of which was false imprisonment. How can you falsely imprison someone? “Ha Ha! I put you in a cage, but only one side is locked, so you can get out!” or “Let’s pretend that I tie you up and put you in a room and lock the door…” In my mind, which is pretty vacant and dreary, I am pretty sure that they MEAN to say: WRONGFUL IMPRISONMENT.
To me, “false imprisonment” is defined as not being imprisoned. You are either imprisoned or you are not. Also, “being imprisoned against your will” is a stupid saying too. OF COURSE it is against their will! Who would willfully go to jail?
Maybe I am the dumb one…
kb9udr <— Slightly Askew
