JamesSavik

Boys and cats are a lot alike. They are always hungry, make a lot of noise and you can never tell if they are fighting or f-ing.

best thing about 2008? Well... it is over and can trouble us no more. After new years, I lite a whole box of matches to get its stench out of the air. I think that 2008 in Chinese astrology is the year of the turkey.

Since Equus I think its clear that the less Mr. Radcliff wears, the better.

*hugs Phantom* I saw the movie Sunday night and it really bummed me out. For once I'd like to see a movie where the gay lead doesn't end up dead. It was a great movie. I'm just to grumpy a geezer to fail to complain about something.

Uhhh.... detention was one of my best subjects.

Ummm wavy lays chips. #3 on my list of salty snacks!

I'm no friend of Obama. In fact I am a rabid opponent. My main issues are that he doesn't really understand economics and I think his big spending packages are going to make a bigger mess than we've already got. I didn't vote for him. If he happens to do some positive things for gay people, ya hoo. He made a lot of promises- maybe we'll make some progress. It's not gay rights that scare me about this guy. What scares me about Obama is after he's done, is the country going to be the kind of place that you would want to be married in?

Fudge Packers Union on Strike! No more fudge will be packed until a new contract is signed between the International Brotherhood of Fudge Packers and the Fudge Syndicate. Spokesmen for the Fudge Syndicate say that this couldn't have come at a worse time. Valentine's Day accounts for 25% of the annual consumption of fudge. Negotiations are onging but niether side is hopeful. The Fudge Syndicate is taking a hard line. Their cheif negotiater said, "What the damned Fudge Packers have to realize that they are a dime a doze. If they don't want to pack our fudge, we can get literally anyone to do it." The Union counters saying that "Fudge packing is a delicate job. It has to be done gently and carefully. You can't just jam it in there. You need professionals that know how to do it right." The Fudge Packer Strike is already a week old and shows no signs of ending quickly. Scab Fudge Packers have been hired and there have already been clashes as scabs cross the picket lines. Congressman Frank(D, MA), a friend of the Fudge Packers Union, says that this strike has the potential to get very ugly. He said, "Just think of all that fudge that is just sitting there that is not being professionally packed."

Tigger- If you've got to get around in a huge city like DFW, get one of those Garmin GPS gadgets. Driving is nothing. Knowing where you are going is the real trick. JS

When you are at a club and some shit head kid says where did all the old trolls come from, you might remind them of that.

Vance's kat Vance's cat reincarnated?

This thread reminds me of an old joke: I think that there is a serious attempt in popular culture to redefine real man to a flaming pussy. A real man stands for something and will not comprimise his principals. Real men are out of fashion and definitly not what our gov't wants. Our gov't wants real sheep that can be easily lead and will put up with anything regardless of how invasive, corrupt or humiliating. The last thing our gov't wants is for a real man like John Wayne or Gary Cooper with character, backbone and national recognition to stand up and ask the question of congress that no one else has the guts to ask: WTF happened to the MONEY and how did you all become millionaires since you were elected?

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50 views and no comments? I've seen some stuff posted here that sucked so bad roaches wouldn't crawl on it that always got 5 polite comments. Thanks for nothing.

Operation Hammerhead is part of it. The whole thing is part of a larger story arc of which Hammerhead is a part. The Official History of the War on the Cygnus Rim is done in the style of a history book. I emulate the style of naval historian Samuel Eliot Morrison. This furnishes the setting for a number of other stories of which Hammerhead is a part. I figured that if I was going to build a universe, I wanted it to be large and colorful enough to sustain a number of projects.

Stability [in regard to operating systems] The OS does not flop, lock up up or blue screen at the drop of a hat. Tolerates faults in applications without crashing the entire system. Can operate for long periods of time without rebooting. Efficiently recycles memory without fragmentation or memory leaks. Linux systems are designed from the bottom up for stability by using fixed size data structures in the kernel. Microsoft OS's use varable sized data structures in their kernel which are prone to stack and buffer overflows and other big problems when applications layer software misbehaves. As these OS's support legecy code, they are supporting applications which were originally designed with target OS Win 98, Win ME, Win XT, Win XP, Win XP SP1, Win XP SP2 in mind.

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Wow Bob. I'm impressed. That's a very nice piece. I'm a Baretta guy myself.

Part 2 - The Lessons of Sheba As I spent more and more time with Sheba, I was amazed at how smart she was. While some people think that cats are dumb, Sheba possessed a great wealth of what most of us consider common sense. The more time you spend around people, you quickly discover how uncommon this virtue really is. Sheba's lessons were easy, they always made sense and they have served me well when I was smart to apply them. To this very day they are relevant and keep me grounded. 1. Eat when you are hungry, drink when you are thirsty, sleep when you are tired and always play a little bit every day. 2. Play with reckless abandon and for the simple joy of it. 3. Even a rainy day can be improved by a nap. 4. Curiosity is a virtue that delivers new wonders every day. 5. Practicing caution is easier than growing new fur or healing cuts. 6. Never sniff a bee. 7. Nothing is improved by worrying. 8. Avoid things that smell bad. 9. Don't drink or eat anything that doesn't smell right. 10. Fighting is to be avoided but if you must, you will find that your spirit, the fire inside, will make you bigger and stronger than you know. 11. There is no disgrace in climbing a tree to avoid a fight that you can't win. 12. Always keep your head because you only have one and you don't want to lose it.

Never believe a review of a Microshaft product. They are bought and paid for. If a magazine or website gives M$ a bad review, the Evil Empire will pull their advertising. Therefore reviews for M$ products have to be taken with a mountain of salt. Nothing- all the marketing, kludged code or fancy add campaigns can make Vista anything more than a stinking, reeking pile of crap.

After years of hearing bullsh*t promises from Microshaft, I'll believe it when I see it. I'll check it out when I PIRATE a copy cause I'm not sending another damned dime to the redmond crowd. They have yet to, in any OS release at any time, delivered a product with 1/3rd the stability of Linux.

Microsoft has a reputation for releasing software entirely too early and using paying customers as alpha and beta testers. I would assume that anything before their "offical" release would be prone to explode with out warning or provocation. Conventional wisdom regarding Micro-sloppy products is to leave them alone for a year or two and let other people suffer through the process of refinement as the worst (or at least the most obvious) bugs are cleaned up.

Part 1 - Sheba When I was almost six I wanted a dog. I didn't want just any dog. I wanted a big fraggin' dog. Big enough to eat bad kids and ride to school. On my sixth birthday I got a surprise. It wasn't a dog. It was a cute little black kitten with a fuzzy tail. I didn't really want a fuzzy tailed kitten but this one kinda grew on me. And climbed on me. And ambushed my ankles. Stood on her back feet with paws extened like a boxer to challenge me. It didn't take long for her to win my heart. We named her Sheba because it didn't take long for her to assert her royal birthright as queen of the household. While Sheba was jett black, she had quite a lot of Siamese in her. She had the intelligence, the loud, demanding voice, strong will and indomitable spirit that characterize the breed. In bright light, you could see her brown "points" on her face and paws. It didn't take too long for our roles to reverse. I was no longer a kid raising a kitten. I was a kid being raised by a cat. In those days my Dad's job kept him on the road 4 days out of five. My mom was a teacher who didn't get home until 5:00. When I got home from school at 2:30 Sheba was always glad to see me. She would purr real loud and do little figure eights around my feet. She was great company. She always liked to watch TV and, unlike other people, she never insisted on changing the channel. Over the next year or two Sheba and I both grew and regardless of bad weather, bad moods or bad luck I could always count on Sheba to be waiting for me beside the door.

You probably won't believe this but it's true. A few weeks ago, I started noticing that my otherwise fearless Black tomcat Fast Eddie and his mate Sweetie were hiding in the garage. Not only were they hiding, they were a mess: Fast Eddie had notches in his ears and poor Sweetie was missing a big tuft of furr out of her tail. It's unusual for Fast Eddie to lose a fight. He's a huge Tomcat that could easily be mistaken for a panther. Over the next few days I noticed: piles of bird feathers Other cats from the neighborhood missing Other dogs from the neighborhood missing Fast Eddie and Sweetie roughed up a little more every day I made a point to find what it was that was giving my cats such a hard time. About 2:00am last night, I heard a cat fight so I took the old mag light a looked out the back door. I spotted the culprit immediatly: it was a HUGE white cat with medium length furr. His most striking characteristic a spot of black furr under his nose that made him look like he had a Hitler mustasch. I told him to scram. Unlike most cats he just looked at me... as my two cowardly cats ran inside so fast they looked like two fuzzy streaks. My two cats will be staying inside recovering from their wounds until Hitler-cat finds a new territory. I'll be feeding my cats inside so Hitler-cat will have to look elsewhere for a free meal. Maybe he cat eat the noisy pit bull next door.

Dom A few years ago, a lady in our town who ran a day care got in big trouble. Two of her workers quit and it was only her and a twenty 2-8 year olds. She took up the slack by slipping them a small dose of valium. Dopey kids are easier to manage I suppose but, like many seemingly useful and pragmatic work-arounds, turns out to be a felony. My respects, James