More sleep was obtained Friday night. I crashed hard.

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Please notice when you are happy.

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I think I’m going to go hit the Wallace & Gromit movie today… it looks crackin’ good.

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I’m still a little sleepy… I might go back to bedski after I switch the phones over to ECN.

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Good Morning, Newt!

Testing time-lapse NewtCAM. may be a high-speed day’s overview later.

teensy preview test run

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You are a Cyberculture Floozie. The theoretical
aspects of postmodernism interest you only
insofar as they can be used to make cool blinky
things. You probably take psychedelics and
know at least one programming language (HTML
counts!). Other postmodernists call you a
corporate whore. They’re probably just jealous
because you make more money than them.

What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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You Are 60% Weird

You’re so weird, you think you’re *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks!

You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle – a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don’t actively fight them. You’re just you. You don’t try to be what people expect you to be.

You Should Get a JD (Juris Doctor)

You’re logical, driven, and ruthless. You’d make a mighty fine lawyer.

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Brain Maximus Your Superpower is Extra-terrestrial Your Weakness is Puppets Your Weapon is Your Terra Lance Your Mode of Transportation is Hang Glider

Snickers

Nutty and gooey – you always satisfy.

You Are Machiavelli’s Spawn

You’re going to get what you want, and no one’s going stand in your way. (Even if it’s just knocking out your roomie to get the last ice cream sandwich!) People who slow you down, simply need to be taken out – by any means possible. You are the master of charming, wooing, manipulating, and intimidating.

You are Agonistic

You’re not sure if God exists, and you don’t care. For you, there’s no true way to figure out the divine. You rather focus on what you can control – your own life. And you tend to resent when others “sell” religion to you.

You Are Internal – Realist – Empowered

You feel your life is controlled internally. If you want something, you make it happen. You don’t wait around for things to go your way. You value your independence and don’t like others to have control. You are a realist when it comes to luck. You don’t attribute everything to luck, but you do know some things are random. You don’t beat yourself up when bad things happen to you… But you do your best to try to make your own luck. You have a good deal of power, but you also know the pecking order. You realize that working the system does get you further. You know who to defer to and who to control. When it comes to the game of life, you play things flawlessly.

Your Birthdate: February 2

Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life. The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.

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Moment of Lyric:

Within the fire
And out upon the sea
Crazy man Michael was walking
He met with a raven
With eyes black as coal
And shortly they were talking

“your future, your future
I will tell to you
Your future
You often have asked me
Your true love will die
By your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Will cursed be”

Michael he ranted
And Michael he raved
And he beat at the four winds
With his fists-o
He laughed and he cried
He shouted and he swore
For his mad mind
Entrapped him with a fist-hold

“you speak with an evil
You speak with a hate
You speak for the devil
That haunts me
For is she not the fairest
In all the broad land?
Your sorcerer’s words
Are to taunt me”

He took out his dagger
Of fine and broad steel
And he struck down the raven
Through the heart-o
The bird fluttered long
And the sky it did spin
And this cold earth did
Wander ’round startled

Oh where is the raven
That I struck down dead
And here did lye
On the ground-o?
I see my true love
With a wound so red
Where her lover’s heart
It did pound-o

Crazy man Michael
He wanders I’m told
And he talks through
The night and the day-o
But his eyes they are sane
And his speech is plain
But he longs to be far away-o

Michael he whistles
The simplest of tunes
As he asks of the wild wolves
Their pardon
But his true love has flown
Into every flower grown
And he must be keeper
Of the garden

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1 year ago – Kiwanis bust, shirt pocket shotgun, bus observations

2 years ago – went article submission crazy at sa.com, linkies, and hairball dinosaur

3 years ago – Frankenstein, Manchurian Candidate, MD sniper, walk at about 3mph

4 years ago – distance poll, evil news, cecity

5 years ago – troll, Saw Psycho Beach party with the bro, Pinky Tuscadero violates probation.

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current mood: Laughing dinosaur skeleton
current music: Natalie Merchant – Crazy Man Michael