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ITS HILARIOUS

I just received an email from my wonderful webhost, Dreamhost:

Hello,

This is an electronic receipt to let you know we automatically
rebilled your web hosting account with DreamHost.
Your account is now current and completely paid up.

We have the last payment on this account to be $78.48 on 2005-12-20 01:19:41.
Since then the following charges have been made to the account, which you have just paid for:

       2006-12-13 - $119.40 for "My Crazy Domain Insane" through 2007-12-12.

Credit card: *5263 (ex 02/07)

My credit card doesn’t end in 5263.

I think I owe someone a hundred and twenty dollars.

i heart marx

My life has become much better, and much less complicated, in the time since I decided to not spend my time with jerks (or people who spend their time with jerks). It’s like night and day.

…with that said, I do occasionally miss… what’s it called… “socializing”?

booya!

aaahahahahahahaa

Stéphane Dion gave a glimpse of the style he will bring to the Liberal leadership this morning, calling Prime Minister Stephen Harper a “control freak” whose idea of social housing policy is putting teenagers in jail.

He said voters will have to choose whether to support Liberal attempts to reduce crime or support Harper’s U.S.-style policies such as an anti-crime approach that amounts to thinking that “social housing policy is to build jails and to put teenagers in them.”

There will be a choice between a Conservative party that thinks “the United States is not only an ally for us but also a model or the party that wants to preserve, always, the independent voice of Canada in the world.”

He said the Liberals will defend individual rights, promote peace on the international stage and defend the Kyoto Protocol.

“Do we want an additional, useless tax cut or do we want to pull 80,000 kids out of poverty in this country? Canadians will choose.”

heh heh… tool…

An interview with Maynard James Keenan:

Q: Do you feel out of touch with your audience?

MJK: For the most part, I have no idea who those people are—especially when we’re traveling through Europe. And it’s not all our fault; it’s a whole series of events. [You play] heavy music, and your record company, which has never owned an album anything like what you’re doing, immediately markets you to the obvious stinky kid with the dreadlocks and the B.O. and the urine on his shoes because he’s been sleeping in his own filth in a festival in the middle of the rain. They basically market right to that guy. And then you realize the only people showing up to your shows are those primates—these weird, cretin people… Then, let’s say you’re at a coffee shop, and you’ve got a friend sitting next to you, and you’ve been reading some Noam Chomsky, or you’re reading The Onion, and you look over and see a bunch of kids [who] look like they could be made of cheese, because there are flies everywhere. And you go, “Hey, you want to go where they’re going?” and everybody goes, “Fuck no.” And they’re wearing Tool shirts. Why would you want to go there? Why would anybody other than those kids wanna go see Tool if that’s our representative in that area?

karabasan synaesthesia

Dreams colour everything. They stain the walls and the sky, they tint the skin, they coat your words in memory and dye your thoughts with fantasy.

I don’t know how to unlive them, how to make them ethereal, meaningless. I try. It feels like trying to banish death.

Growing up, I had books instead of friends. In class, they’d call me a murderer’s son, and on the playground they didn’t waste words.

That’s not an invitation for sympathy or pity; I long ago made peace with it. It’s what happened. It’s the past.

But through the years there were always dreams, and nothing anyone said or did could ever be as isolating. Nothing could ever come close. Nothing ever has.

I’m tired and I want to sleep, but I’m not ready to close my eyes again. Maybe when it’s morning.

You’re dumber than you think I think you are.

You know those door-to-door energy peddlers that everyone hates? How’s this for an incredible piece of underhanded email solicitation:

Hi Jairus

We have reviewed your resume for our energy registration position and I would like to invite you to an interview on Monday November 20, 2006 at 10:30 AM.

Our location: Suite 206, 2660 Southvale Cresent, Ottawa, ON, K1B 4W5 (Intersection of Walkley Road and Russell Road)

English language and good communication skills are necessary.
Please confirm attendance via email.

Regards, Rick

Website: www.universalenergy.ca Dress code: Business Casual

Job Description:
- Excellent pay package and bonuses
- Registration of customers on natural gas and electricity programs
- Business to Business (Commercial)
- Door to Door registration (Residential)

Please disregard this email if received in error. Duplication of invitations may occur if a candidate has multiple resumes on one or more job search related sites or as a result of computer error. We apologize for any inconvenience

Pretty fuckin sneaky.