You know, being the fire marshal must be a lot like being a diety. And the first commandment is: “Thou shalt not be inspected until thy cluster is fucketh.” My cluster is quickly becoming fucketh, so where is our damn inspection?
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I am:
Currently: slightly battered
Reading: Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By In America, Barbara Ehrenreich
Watching: Olympic opening ceremonies
Netflixing: Bleak House, Disc 3 and The Last King of Scotland
Consuming: ibuprofin
updated: 08 August 2008, 10:59 pm
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The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.Blogroll
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- Barefoot Coffee
- bOINGbOING
- my Bloglines feeds
- my del.icio.us
- my Last.fm
- Netflix
- PetFinder
- The Digital Bits
- threadless
- xkcd
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25 July 2006 at 9:31 pm
She Whose Name Shall Not Be Spoken
Where indeed? WHERE? My beautiful shop, stripped bare!
27 July 2006 at 12:28 am
She Whose Name Shall Not Be Spoken
Also, while your cluster is fucketh, your phone is sucketh. Fix it!