Melor wrote:
Normally that would hurt my feelings, but:
7) You are Canadian
6) You don't care enough about your words to post a name to them. If you don't care, why should I?
1) I don't have Dennis Miller's writers, I even had to type this myself. What a job.
Paul
but but but... I thought you weren't ever coming back!?
Melor wrote:
7) Have some respect for your words. U think u are kewl. I think English is your second language ( you think ) or you failed third grade, or you are still in third grade. Buy a dictionary you idiot.
I thought I had a bad day! I would love to post some photos for critique, but I hid all my stuff from my wife and can't remember where I put it. Besides, I can't remember what good copies of lenses that I have. I would like to write more, at least ten reasons, but I have trouble counting now that all the battery acid leaked from my flash onto my fingers which are now bandaged. I have to type this with my nose. Don't worry, I will bump your thread as long as my nose holds out. By the way, my dog ran off too! I wish I knew how to use the search engine to find him.
Since I was quite frustrated working in PS, Illustrator and another program at this ungodly hour, I of course decided to waste time and by chance came across this thread. Thanks for making me feel not quite as bad as you. It's kinda like that skit from SNL in the 80s...If you think your life is bad, just imagine yourself as Robert Smith of the Cure (a kickass band btw).
One time, I was hacking the UNIX kernel late at night, and I got so tired my eyes started to cross, so, I logged into a couple machines to shut them down and get ready to go home. When you log into classic UNIX machines, you get a fortune, like the cookie.
This popped out, and, I fell out of my chair...
77. HO HUM -- The Redundant
------- (7) This hexagram refers to a situation of extreme
--- --- (8) boredom. Your programs always bomb off. Your wife
------- (7) smells bad. Your children have hives. You are working
---O--- (6) on an accounting system, when you want to develop the
---X--- (9) GREAT AMERICAN COMPILER. You give up hot dates to
--- --- (8) nurse sick computers. What you need now is sex.
That fortune made me feel like a loser. That was 1984, I was 18, and, yeah, it was Friday night, no date. That guy's post gives me hope for all mankind in comparison I hereby name thee, Sir Redundant.
