Sunday, October 31, 2010

baldurs gate in DAO engine
People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people. Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old.

Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.

Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want more money. Much more.

If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. His word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.

Avoid fuckups. You all know the type. Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it sounds, turns into a disaster.

Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel. You are a terminal fool."

Now some of you may encounter the devil's bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying. So you can take the offer as a compliment. They charge the easy ones first, you know, like money, all the money there is. But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery? Not much to spend it on, eh, Gramps? Getting too old to cut the mustard. Have you forgotten something, Gramps? In order to feel something, you have to be there. You have to be 18. You're not 18, you are 78. Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on.

How about an honorable bargain? "You always wanted to become a doctor. Now's your chance. Why, you could have become a great healer and benefit humanity. What's wrong with that?" Just about everything. There are no honorable bargains involving exchange of qualitative merchandise like souls. Just quantitative merchandise like time and money. So piss off, Satan, and don't take me for dumber than I look. As an old junk pusher told me, "Watch whose money you pick up."

-- William S. Burroughs

rally for sanity

as long as you can get over it being a massive circlejerk. some of the signs are funny

and further whenever i see the national mall all i can think about is how i killed supermutants there

Friday, October 29, 2010

Thursday, October 28, 2010

This is exactly how I recall my earlier years.

"... for ages folk in the Shire smoked various herbs, some fouler, some sweeter. But all accounts agree that Tobold Hornblower of Longbottom in the Southfarthing first grew the true pipe-weed in his gardens in the days of Isengrim the Second, about the year 1070 of Shire-reckoning.
The best home-grown still comes from that district, especially the varieties now known as Longbottom Leaf, Old Toby, and Southern Star. How Old Toby came by the plant is not recorded, for to his dying day he would not tell. He knew much about herbs."

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Ireland budget cuts

So finally the systematic breakdown of this third-rate country has gotten to me. Due to reduction in science spending, the SFI grant that pays for my position is not being continued. Need to find something else by April.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

to watch

Century of self. documentary series by Andrew Curtis

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

"Oscar was not into serious street-fighting, but he was hell on wheels in a bar brawl. Any combination of a 250 lb Mexican and LSD-25 is a potentially terminal menace for anything it can reach - but when the alleged Mexican is in fact a profoundly angry Chicano lawyer with no fear at all of anything that walks on less than three legs and a de facto suicidal conviction that he will die at the age of 33 - just like Jesus Christ - you have a serious piece of work on your hands. Especially if the bastard is already 33½ years old with a head full of Sandoz acid, a loaded .357 Magnum in his belt, a hatchet-wielding Chicano bodyguard on his elbow at all times, and a disconcerting habit of projectile vomiting geysers of pure blood off the front porch every 30 or 40 minutes, or whenever his malignant ulcer can't handle any more raw tequila."

—Hunter S. Thompson, Rolling Stone #254, December 15, 1977 

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Friday, October 15, 2010

I just watched that new Luc Besson film: "The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec". It's good. Maybe not quite another Fifth Element but good stuff indeed. Just a shame the torrent I found was dubbed in Mandarin with English subtitles.
har har
rice: a poem of spring

Monday, October 11, 2010

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland was the worst thing I have seen in a long time.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Friday, October 1, 2010