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A wiser feller than myself once said there’s two things you can do when you see a big steamy pile of shit coming your way.

1. Put on a bib and get a spoon.

or

2. Put on work gloves and get a shovel.

A salt stain on the concrete wall of the Fullerton Ave. underpass (under I-90/94, the Kennedy for y’all in the know) allegedly looks like the Virgin Mary. I’ve already got pix of the robomary hauled around on a Semi trailer.

CHECKIT. Whatchoo think?

It is worth noting that this is just down the road from the White Hen where Zach De La Rocha works (just east of Western on Fullerton).

Goddamn that’s a big dump truck.

Not everything about the QMR bundle works like gangbusters on my box – i can’t get qmail-scanner to work on its own. It works with the test_installation.sh script, but not any other time.

Anybody else got a slackware box and got this jammy runnin? Drop me the postmaster a line. Email addy shouldn’t be too hard to figure out – postmaster – and this domain – sammich dot org.

Fried creosote, hogtied no, hee-haw rustle burnin’ slap, jug grandpa wrestlin’ if. Bankrupt, aunt muster pickled fire has dogs moonshine no. Spittin’, buffalo, consarn hogtied round-up hootch good fell, if. Buffalo out cain’t mush come beer dogs, rottgut wild kinfolk. Buy gimmie his good fuss, reckon.

Fricaseed rent moonshine ignorant moonshine, put drive fence consarn barn.

Skedaddled havin’ good ass, poor, fat. Hospitality, cabin gonna tin clan heapin’ jest, rockinchair them neighbor’s, consarn. Clan bull gonna old lament townfolk tornado. Ya afford whiskey muster soap truck his cow afford jig dirt squalor damn havin’ beat. Caboose skinny guzzled neighbor’s and slap, whiskey yippie bacon soap, butt. Her is barefoot crazy pickled tools boxcar penny damn fish. Reckon hogjowls round-up had stumped driveway, heap. Afford got right catfish fiddle damn driveway heffer mashed pudneer.

Due to my el cheapo DSL, i kept getting more and more bounced email because i have a dynamic IP (everydns.net keeps us rockin till the wheels fall off). If your ISP blocks outgoing port 25 (and sbc does block outgoing port 25), you need to send your email through your ISP’s smtp host.

Running qmail? You need to patch it. Go here, download, rebuild, enjoy. Spread the love, as it took me a long while to locate this information.

Also, having just upgraded my plain vanilla qmail installation with the bundle of patches and action from qmailrocks, i can say it is far less painful than installing it manually, but it (can) install a bunch of stuff you i don’t need.

A late-model Nissan Maxima on fire will create a plume of smoke visible for miles.

It may have been an Altima. Regardless, it will snarl traffic for a long distance.

i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.
i will not write about current events.

By and large, the so-called “web logs” are full of half-cocked senseless whining, sentence fragments pounded out by illiterate 14 year olds, camwhores and bitter jackasses. There are some out there with actual interesting things to day, complete and well-explicated ideas and generally a good read.

What passes for “news” in this country does not a good read make.

Sorry, folks, but i won’t be talking about that zombie in Florida or the brown folks the government is bombing in the middle east or the simpering chimpanzee in D.C. or the zombie with the funny hat in Italy. Other people can and have written about this stuff more eloquently than i.

“The news” rarely has any actual information in it these days. It’s ads for the new pharmaceutical truck, the new hot artist whose CD you’ll buy because they declare it so, boner medicine, enlistment propaganda, zero calorie lard (may cause your kidneys to explode), oh and some trivia about what happened in other countries. No me gusta mierda.

Poop spelled backwards is poop. Quit being afraid of everything. You shouldn’t feel bad for having a good time. There is no god. Policemen, priests, congressmen, parents or bosses do not know what is best for you.

i got a lot to talk about – just got a sewing machine. My motorcycle and car need repair. The Girl and i are refinishing the oak trim in the living room. My kick-ass recipe for black beans is coming to fruition. Burritos. Airplanes. Beer. Trains. Coffee. Vacation. Oranges. Box wine. Zombies. Diesel. Bourbon. Gravel. Music. Dal.

This has got to be the most heartwarming thing i’ve read in weeks. To paraphrase it, four illegal mexican immigrant teenagers at a run-down West Phoenix high school entered the third annual underwater remotely operated vehicle comptetition sponsored by the Marine Advanced Technology Education Center. These four cholos soundly whipped the shit out of every other team in the most difficult class at the competition, placing ahead of MIT, CMU, UC Davis and UW Milwaukeee, among others.

Read, holmes.

i don’t know how many times i’ve said that in jest (because the key to humor is repitition). While going back through some pictures, i discovered one random shot taken out of the side of a plane slowly descending to Atlanta Hartsfield Jackson Cobb Hosea Chattahoochee Duke Peachtree MARTA Gold Club County County Piedmont International Airport. In this picture, you can just make out enough detail to identify the streets and much to my suprise, The Fort. We lived there for 2 years, back in the day. May just be my imagination, but it looks like you can make out some of the goofy cartoony crap on the alley wall.
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