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~ Thursday, December 3 ~
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SELF PROMOTION IS LUDICROUS BUT NECESSARY

Get excited.

Because I am not excited, I am nervous, jittery and deluded. (Though my hair does looks great today, which goes to show that looks aren’t everything.) But please could you get excited for a Riaz M project coming Q1 2010?*

Cool, thanks.

*Probably before February. (Q 0.3 recurring?) (1st Sixth 2010?)

Tags: out of character post CLICK THE FUCKING LINKS No one ever clicks the links and then they're like Woah what's this you never mentioned this.
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Yo, has anyone seen this stapler?

Yo, has anyone seen this stapler?


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~ Tuesday, December 1 ~
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(via n.states)

(via n.states)


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He was one of those men who are picked up at need in the ports of the world. They are competent enough, appear hopelessly hard up, show no evidence of any sort of vice, and carry about them all the signs of manifest failure. They come aboard on an emergency, care for no ship afloat, live in their own atmosphere of casual connection amongst their shipmates who know nothing of them, and make up their minds to leave at inconvenient times. They clear out with no words of leave-taking in some God-forsaken port other men would fear to be stranded in, and go ashore in company of a shabby sea-chest, corded like a treasure-box, and with an air of shaking the ship’s dust of their feet.

Joseph Conrad, talking about temps in Typhoon.

He was one of those men who are picked up at need in the ports of the world. They are competent enough, appear hopelessly hard up, show no evidence of any sort of vice, and carry about them all the signs of manifest failure. They come aboard on an emergency, care for no ship afloat, live in their own atmosphere of casual connection amongst their shipmates who know nothing of them, and make up their minds to leave at inconvenient times. They clear out with no words of leave-taking in some God-forsaken port other men would fear to be stranded in, and go ashore in company of a shabby sea-chest, corded like a treasure-box, and with an air of shaking the ship’s dust of their feet.

Joseph Conrad, talking about temps in Typhoon.


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~ Monday, November 30 ~
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I used to be a Pharoah, but now I’m drowning in a Nile of shit.

I used to be a Pharoah, but now I’m drowning in a Nile of shit.


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List of gangster names in the film As Tears Go By:

  • Tubby
  • Skinny
  • Mr Aeroplane
  • Fly
  • Big Mouth Kay

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~ Saturday, November 28 ~
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Guys, I made a bulk image uploader so hacky that to take credit for it is not something I’m comfortable doing. It’s so user unfriendly that I can’t imagine there being anyone capable of using it, but not capable of making it themselves. I made it for Ninety Feet Per Minute.

(I frequently find that the solutions I require aren’t needed by anyone else. This is why I will never start a business. Nothing I want is wanted. Business ideas I’ve had:

  • Company where you mail your film in, they scan it in and upload it to their server, then you download it from them. They throw the negs away or archive them for an extra fee.
  • StumbleUpon (This was actually a good idea, but I came up with it four or five years too late)
  • A savings account that comes with an emergency number. Once you call it, wheels are set in motion. The bank cashes your investments, gets you out of your lease, breaks up with your significant other, buys you a plane ticket and secures you an apartment in another continent.)

Anyway, the Perl source is after the break.

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~ Thursday, November 26 ~
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

THE TEMP IS DEAD.

His quitting anthem: Getaway Car, by Aesop Rock


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~ Tuesday, November 24 ~
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I haven’t got any thoughts, I’m just staring vacantly into space, whilst a distant voice in the back of my head goes ‘Oh shit,’ like a car alarm in the middle of the night.
— In The Loop

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~ Sunday, November 22 ~
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  • S: The Arabic for "tiger" is "na moor"
  • R: Ok
  • S: The way you remember it is that there's "no more" tigers left

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~ Thursday, November 19 ~
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It’s cold, I’m so fucking cold. Why’s it so cold in this fucking country? Have none of you fuckers heard of global warming?
— Australian standing near a bus stop.

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~ Thursday, November 12 ~
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Alright, this is my second rap, though I’m not absolutely certain it can be called a rap, devoid of beats as it is. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it. You’ll might enjoy it more if you’ve read Moby Dick, but I’m not sure if even that would push it past the threshold and render it Actually Enjoyable.

It is called Captain Ahab of the Six Hundred Tonne Black Freighter. And I still do not have an MC name.


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by A.Gates

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~ Monday, November 9 ~
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Foggy this morning.

Foggy this morning.


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~ Saturday, November 7 ~
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Art seems to have a bit of an Eraserhead thing going on here.