Look, you simpletons, when saying something like “i wuz l33t, d00d!”, capitalize the fucking “i”, OK? For the love of Cthulhu, it’s “I wuz l33t, d00d!” See how much better that looks?
Remember, it’s “I”, not “i”, got that? I know that your factory-standard brain may had a faulty valve or something, but how fucking lazy is it not to hit the fucking ‘Shift’ key when typing out “I wuz l33t, d00d!” It raises your outward IQ by about 3 points, which puts you well into the mid-50s.
Hey Atreyu thanks for the link, I think that’s gettin’ bookmarked for just such occasions as this
BTW, could you remind me where your username comes from, it’s bugging the hell out of me not remembering, but I’m sure it’s a reference to something I’m familiar with, it’s just frustrating.
What gets me is that those morons have stolen a perfectly good word: hacker. Back to the 1950s, a hacker was someone who could code with proficiency and imagination. A hacker played with computers at a high level, seeking knowledge above all and pursuing through a near-obsession with one or more technical fields (some of the best hackers at MIT in the early days were model train freaks, in fact). Being a hacker implies something near-mystical about your attachment to technology and technical knowledge. (Something now diagnosed, in fact (Asperger’s Syndrome), not that any hacker really cares what the medial world thinks is `wrong’ with him.) I am a hacker in the that sense of the word, the true sense of the word.
Those idiots, beginning with the low-end micro copyright protection crackers in the 1970s, started to call themselves hackers' when the most they cared about was warez and downloading crap from dialup networks. The hacker community, the real one, struck back, applying the old term cracker, as used by Shakespeare in the sense of an annoying person or fool,’ to those morons.
Of course, the media hopped on the Internet Bandwagon like a bunch of fucking hyenas jumping on a slow wildebeest. They ignored the voice of reason (something not invented by FAUX News, BTW) and glorified a moron thief and vandal named Kevin Mitnick. Now the editors and reporters, in their infinite wisdom fed daily by Microsoft (aka Big Brother, Inc.), completely ignore the real hackers and apply that glorious word to the guttersnipes and mangy dogs of the computer world.
It’s analogous to the problem witches face: They are not Satanists (just like I’m not a vandal or a housebreaker), despite what the Jack Chick crowd (Microsoft and CNN) tries to say to maintain religious intolerance (keep up sales of a crappy OS or keep up viewership of a crappy `news’ program).
Thnx, Atreyu, I must have recognized it from the film version. I watched that movie so many times my mom got sick of it when I was young, and mothers have an inborn tolerance for repetitive filmviewing amongst youngsters. s
Of course, that was strained when I was 8 or 9 and developed an affectation for the quintessential 80’s flick Midnight Madness…luckily my memory of childhood is poor, so I can only imagine my mom’s reaction to repeatedly hearing such banal lines as “look between the giant melons.”
[hijack]Saint Jude is the patron saint of hopeless cases. I am Catholic School educated, and friars have asked for his intervention on my behalf! [/hijack]
On an unrelated note, Kevin Mitnick, and anyone who thinks “hacking” is using Linux and running l33t hax0ring scripts they don’t understand are, as Derleth says, idjits.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh…And eyes big love-crumbs,
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