A new season nears.
I quiver with geekiness.
Starbuck's a Cylon?
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
AdSense, You'll Pay for This
My ads alarm me:
"God," "Jesus Quiz," "Child Abuse."
Google, what the hell?
"God," "Jesus Quiz," "Child Abuse."
Google, what the hell?
Monday, March 17, 2008
Soon Bush will Deliver Speeches in Pig Latin
It all makes sense now:
Plans scrambled past coherence,
Can't be refuted.
(For real, WTF?
Subject, Verb, Direct Object!
It can't be that hard!)
Plans scrambled past coherence,
Can't be refuted.
(For real, WTF?
Subject, Verb, Direct Object!
It can't be that hard!)
Friday, March 14, 2008
If I Didn't Choose to Write This, Did I Really Write It?
Free will's a lie. Proof:
Stop reading this poem. Now.
You're still here? I win.
Stop reading this poem. Now.
You're still here? I win.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Finally, a Legit Excuse Not to Do Anything
The server is down.
Distressed employees wander.
IT gets outsourced.
Distressed employees wander.
IT gets outsourced.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Like Having a Song Stuck in Your Head, But More Annoying
Write enough of these,
You start to think in haiku.
Three line thought prisons.
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