heyo, i think you are by far the most cracked out, butt fucking, dick sucking, fagit ass bitch that i have ever seen on the face of this fucked up and corrupt earth. you really need to get a fucking life you neo-nazi bitch. i hope god kills your ass. thank you for causing hysterical laughing as a result of your retardedness. mike nobar
Don’t know PC, sorry. The Mac has such great graphic qualities for the topography maps and the text work I just never found a need for PC. Anything I need translated onto PC I have “people” for that and they are off for the Holidays. But as far as I know it would be a Spanish character as it is of common usage.
Ahh, you are the beautiful-minded wench that I so adore. Well done.
And thank you for conversing with me, I’m in such a good mood I feel like chatting. (If you couldn’t tell by my numerous postings.)
I’m online for awhile. Just making up some graphics to text to a few friends (as well as watching this space) who are not online :( ) I finally convinced them to enable their mobile for multimedia. Now they love it. When I downloaded a graphic of one of her sisters paintings from an art gallery showing and text’d the image to her phone, she was hooked. I would normally see them tomorrow, but they are away in Melbourne at present. We’ll get drunk together in a few days.
“The Mac has such great graphic qualities”
Yeah. I was involved in photagraphy a little more intensely than just a hobby. I wanted a Mac when I first bought a computer, but in 1993, there were just too many incompatability problems, as 90% of people were running PCs. Still wouldn’t mind getting one for the graphics. I have access to all the art campus machines (all Macs) at uni though, as well as their negative copiers and all sorts of other great technology in the Arts computer labs.
Party on good wench. Oh tarty, starchy, feisty, dancing fool of an evilutionist assclown of the science conspiracy Pastarafian wench on our way to hell…in Grand Cayman of course.
Here’s a nice link to a member of the global society if not an open Pastafarian. At least he has great scruples and a bloody great songwriter. And his heart is in the right place. Always been a fan of Bob Geldoff as well.
Yes. Well deserved. Congratulations Pirate Bono. :)
Interestingly enough, I didn’t acquire my first computer until 1999. A Mac, of course, but it was an “old piece of crap”, so the owner said. Not good for internet usage but it was a tireless little workhorse for writing up reports. Got a lot of miles out of it before the monitor decided to commit suicide by catching fire. Short circuit or something, glad I was home at the time. The hard drive still works but they don’t make the monitors anymore, so I got an awesome laptop that is just the dog’s bollocks on the net. Garageband is so cool. Between venganza.org and that I have a difficult time fitting in a work schedule. Oh the dilemmas of being self-employed.
My old PC system was ex-uni machine (they renew them every few years) and it was a workhorse. It was comparable to the one I use now (six months old) in performance. It needs a new hard drive. I want to get it fixed and put my 75yo mum on the net. Another ‘gunna’ project. She could spend her spare time looking at rose and plant sites. Got a feeling she’s not that keen anyway.
Been a lot of good articles on Dawkins site lately. Overall I’m sure the cracks are starting to get wider. Dembski seems to really losing it, and lots more professional scientists are standing up to be heard on the offensive, rather than the defensive.
My mum can’t even play a CD in her stereo that I gave her two years ago. Sad for a retired research chemist (both the folks are). I brought them to the states for the better health coverage and because the old neighborhood back in Salford is overrun with gangsta wanabes. Plus crossing the pond was becoming a royal pain in th arse with all the 9/11 crap.
Yeah, I posted a couple of links about a recent scuffle between Ed Brayton and Sternberg on the “excellent satire” thread that was awaiting moderation but which finally came through from Dec 22nd, 2006 at 10:09 pm. Is that a run-on sentence or what? Brayton’s bit is quite a length piece but I thought you might enjoy the rebuttal when you can find the time. It’s worth printing out an saving for future use. I know I certainly have and will.
Just had to slip out there for a minute. Walked past my car in the carport and heard something running around under the bonnet. Was a mouse or rat. Just took the car for a little drive to see if any wires were chewe. On rare occassion others around here have had wires chewed under the dash. That’s not good. My mum lives pretty close and is fit as a ‘mallee bull’, to use the common Australian expression. So she tells us anyway!
We keep an eye on her. One of the younger generation is putting on the Holiday food this year at their place. So she has no choice but to relax and enjoy. She is your typical masachist (sp) mother!
I meant to ask, how long have your folks lived over in the states? How do they like it?
Bloody buggary rodents, a menace to society, I say. Guess that’s why the FSM made snakes and predatory birds…and goanas (sp.) eat the little ones don’t they?
Me mum is fit in the physical sense (will probably outlast me poor self) she just can’t seem to get her head around simple everyday tasks beyond a cup of coffee anyway. Will have to take the keys to her car away from her soon I fear.
How ~old is she?
The folks have been here about a dozen years or so. They live off in the suburbs where they can meet up with other elders without having to drive a great distance. They seem to have fit in quite well. At least that’s what they keep telling me. Of course they miss Old Blighty, but most of their old friends had passed so they needed to find new friends anyway. ukgoods.com keeps them filled with all the foodstuffs from home. Still do the Sunday tea with PG Tips and a few hobnobs. Can’t be bad. Thanks for asking.
I have a flat in the city closer to the historical archives and county platt office but can still pop in on them regularly.
‘and goanas (sp.) eat the little ones don’t they?’
I’ve got plenty of goannas (sp?…how embarassing for an Aussie) around here. I don’t know about the rats/mice, but they sure like the eggs of a nice grounded bird, we have here called a Kurlew (sp. again….can’t be assed looking it up or digging to hard into memory recesses at present).
Rats/mice are the preferred menu of the snakes that are around though. Most of the tree snakes and I have some sort of unsaid deal. Their side is ‘we won’t move into your house/carport to live (or if we do, we won’t sneak out under your feet when you are walking past ) as long as you don’t interfere when we are getting our breakfast/lunch and dinner’ and I just go along with that. Works out fine. You just get to know breeding season of prey means abundence of predators. That is without any learned biology, as any native//farming/country people know. It becomes instinct. Howeber, a little knowledge of biology makes it an interesting observable harmony.
I’m not sure exactly how old she is. You know it’s not polite to ask a lady’s age. ;) But my father turns 80 next year. We are planning a big to do. And I know he’ll lurve all the attention. (Don’t think mum would allow strippers though, he’ll just have to wait ’til heaven. He lurves the Pastafarian bit.)
‘Howeber’??? I’m not drunk, but my fingers appear to be!
Yeah, I need to get back out to my forty acres in the country (or bush as you lot say). I’m sure the local rodent population have made a right mess of the place. I wanted to get out sooner but that stripper club project has keep me busier than usual.
That’s okay, I’m drunk enough for the both of us. And I’m about down for the count.
I wish my dad were still alive (me and him were like chalk and chalk)! I’m sure if he knew about the CoFSM, he would have spent every waking hours learning to use the net and then spend a lot of time making (hopefully) snide, preferably funny, remarks about the xtians. He didn’t even really teach me that attitude either. Just a chip of the old block, I guess. (and proud of it!) I don’t know if you have ever read it, but I think the relationship between my father and I, exactly paralells that between Lizzy and her father in the ‘Pride and Predudice’ novel (Jane Austin). Many times, at family gatherings we would just look at each other with an underhanded understanding of which planet these other people came from and smile, a compehending smile.
Mind you I get along with all my family ok. Just a shared exact same sense of humour.
:)
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An elaborate spoof on Intelligent Design, The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is neither too elaborate nor too spoofy to succeed in nailing the fallacies of ID. It's even wackier than Jonathan Swift's suggestion that the Irish eat their children as a way to keep them from being a burden, and it may offend just as many people, but Henderson, described elsewhere as a 25-year-old "out-of-work physics major," puts satire to the same serious use that Swift did. Oh, yes, it is very funny. -- Scientific American
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