Saturday, October 04, 2003

"The supply of feminine-looking boys that pop out of no where must be very high where you come from."
"Isn't it convenient? He just got out of the mental ward, too. Come on, we have serious work to do."
"Erm...Right...and where'd that laptop come from?"
"....My pants?"
See the accomanying picture. This was taken from the web comic Grayling.

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

Science asks how. Philosophy asks why. Dragons don't care.

If it doesn't work, expand it.

I prefer to think of them as the Ten Suggestions.

Save trees: legalize hemp for fiber farming.

The world is coming to an end. Please log off.

If you feel like you've got to lead, at least get out of my way.

Dragon? What dragon? You said we were looking for a worm.

Never judge a man till you have walked a mile in his shoes, 'cuz by then, he's a mile away, you've got his shoes, and you can say whatever the hell you want to.

The Jetdillo Project: 2000 pounds of steel, 20,000 pounds of thrust. One pair of very dark shades. The world's first fully cybernetic, SSTO-capable armadillo. Coming soon from Armadillo Labs. The Dasypian Future begins tommorrow...

It feels great to wake up and not know what day it is, doesn't it?

I need someone real bad. Are you real bad?

Cthulhu Saves. He might get hungry later.

Truly great madness cannot be achieved without significant intelligence.

At the top of the food chain sits chocolate.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

When life gives you shit, you make shitade.

Confusion not only reigns, it pours.

Wench: What you use to turn the head of a dolt.

Earn cash in your spare time, blackmail your friends.

I knew you were insane, but I thought it was in a good way.

Freedom is just a hallucination created by a pathological lack of paranoia.

And on the 8th day, God said, "Okay Murphey, you take over."

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