Cornish
Forget Elvish. Learn to speak Cornish.
Forget Elvish. Learn to speak Cornish.
Not that I’m terribly suprised, Service Merchandise is closing all of their stores. And of course, they’re blaming it on the WTC terrorist attack, instead of on their own poor business sense.
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Take a look at the lower right, and you’ll see the Books box. Since I read constantly, going through an average of one book a week, I decided to list the books I’ve read in a file. Problem was, the file was far too long, and is destined only to get longer. Rick used his mad php-ninja skilz to make a little 5-line script that pulls only the first ten books. I fear his leetness.
Mark, regarding Trillian: “This one piece of shit keeps me from having to run five pieces of shit to talk to everyone.”
Morons make me grumpy.
The Moron of the New Year award goes to Tom, who runs a site that I’ll choose not to link, because he doesn’t deserve the egoboost/hit count increase from me. Hint: said site ‘reviews’ weblogs, using the heads of two famous actors as the ‘rating system’.
A good friend of mine reports that Tom told her that her blog is “set up like a disenfranchised teenager’s,” along with other choice criticisms regarding the sites she chose to link, subject matters, and design. She wasn’t very happy about these remarks, even though she should have known better than to ask the opinions of this creep.