I'll not get anything productive done today. I'll look up in a little while and it will be dark and I'll be hungry and nothing will have gotten done except I'll have created something cool and pointless.
I suppose I understand that. Here in SiliValley, the most dangerous inhabitants are armed children with a very temporary lack o'crack and a desire to get even with people who are not them.
But even should they bring us to an untimely end, that isn't to say that we would go gently into that good night with crappy things...
In fact, rather than wail, they stridulate. Imagine my gratitude for the opportunity to use that word. I am also grateful to Capcha for the opportunity to use the word 'tratilly'.
The Weta went down to Aukland 'cause he wanted to stridulate. An ugly motherfucker that everybody hates. He came upon a young man resting in the grass outside the walls. Considered his options carefully, and bit him in the balls...
I'm irritated with the Dodgers. I'm irritated with the Cavaliers. I'm irritated with having to pretend I give a shit for a week before I can leave on vacation. I'm irritated with alanis morrisette - what, a couple of records in the nineties is all you got? I'm irritated that my friend dingus got laid off. I'm irritated that he doesn't get the genius of Gaslight Anthem. I'm irritated that my girlfriend's husband doesn't approve of her relationship with me. I'm irritated that everything I have either hurts or is failing. I'm irritated that the world is stupid, that Americans are sheep and journalism has become some kind of sick joke sans punchline. I'm irritated that barack obama turns out to be nothing more than a polititician.
I'm just fucking irritated. I'd like to put Weta's in their trousers...
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No,
I can not.
It's too much work.
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Maybe. If you download the program and start fiddling with it you'll see the examples - though fulla code - are awfully compact.
Here's the thing:
Whether I open that link in Mozilla or in IE, I don't see anything dropping.
Perhaps it's because I'm running a notoriously cr@ppy, antiquated Windoze operating system?
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Windows shouldn't be the issue, but maybe I should change the link to a project gallery.
Captcha: ismase.
Well, that's that, then.
I'll not get anything productive done today. I'll look up in a little while and it will be dark and I'll be hungry and nothing will have gotten done except I'll have created something cool and pointless.
Thanks RB! You're the best!
mikey Filthy ducre
I think I broke it. Never mind; I'll blame it on the cats.
This is why we can't have nice things.
It almost sounds as if Herr Doktor is casting aspersions on our collective things.
I'm going to proceed in blissful ignorance, assuming that at least some of our things are nice...
mikey
The good Herr Doktor means New Zealand in general. We are generally surrounded by not nice things. Much as I do love Wetas, they are not really nice.
I suppose I understand that. Here in SiliValley, the most dangerous inhabitants are armed children with a very temporary lack o'crack and a desire to get even with people who are not them.
But even should they bring us to an untimely end, that isn't to say that we would go gently into that good night with crappy things...
M
Lovely Weta,
meter maid...
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Nothing wrong w/ my thing(s). Not that I have many.
I used to work with these wetas. I miss those little guys.
Hear the lonesome weta wail
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
In fact, rather than wail, they stridulate.
Imagine my gratitude for the opportunity to use that word.
I am also grateful to Capcha for the opportunity to use the word 'tratilly'.
Senorita
saw a weta
and got quite a scare;
in shoe, in boot,
in bathing suit,
even underwear!
The Weta went down to Aukland 'cause he wanted to stridulate.
An ugly motherfucker that everybody hates.
He came upon a young man resting in the grass outside the walls.
Considered his options carefully, and bit him in the balls...
mikey
Much as I do love Wetas, they are not really nice.
Steamed. WIth garlic butter. What?
To go even further off-track, my brother informs me that he has become 1/3 of a French cooking blog. The phrase "Can't be arsed" appears regularly.
My guess is that "Trevor" is the brother. Same Bimmler attitude, and a penchant for alcohol.
I already bookmarked the thai noodles and cold pork salad. That's a win right there, oh my oh yes...
I'm irritated with the Dodgers. I'm irritated with the Cavaliers. I'm irritated with having to pretend I give a shit for a week before I can leave on vacation. I'm irritated with alanis morrisette - what, a couple of records in the nineties is all you got? I'm irritated that my friend dingus got laid off. I'm irritated that he doesn't get the genius of Gaslight Anthem. I'm irritated that my girlfriend's husband doesn't approve of her relationship with me. I'm irritated that everything I have either hurts or is failing. I'm irritated that the world is stupid, that Americans are sheep and journalism has become some kind of sick joke sans punchline. I'm irritated that barack obama turns out to be nothing more than a polititician.
I'm just fucking irritated. I'd like to put Weta's in their trousers...
mikey
And now it's fucking monsin season?
You can eat a
Weta
But don't tell
Peta
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Ah,
A weta is
better
with feta.
Capcha asks "Will the real silshedi stand up?"
It's like there's a huge wave of pus coming down on us and all we got is some life jacket from K-Mart.
Waiter! There's a weta in my water!
A weta is better
In salad, with feta
And olives and capers and greens
For food in a hurry
I whip up a curry
Of road-kill and raw pinto beans.
The Yellowtail example in Processing is mesmerizing.
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