Jottings from yesterday’s bar napkin, from the daily evening meeting-of-one:

I’m the chair of your misfortune, 4 legs of strength compared to your two. I loathe your cushions.

There are 3 people you should never lie to: Your lawyer, your doctor, and your accountant.

Your bits of SuSE architecture, you will not get in there. You will stare in amazement, at the amount of trust there.

Unvollständig.

Speth was eyeing my unit.

With Windows,you’ve got a whole other set of problems. I am the leader of the technik. Keep your fucking hands off of them. Dicknose.

There’s no denying it: Things have been better.

Rsync software: No network access. How many revolutions? (backup rev’s)(under normal usage)?

Why do I busy myself with such nonsense?

I’m surrounded by freaks and losers, traitors, liars, bitchy little people I’m supposed to give a fuck about.

Perfect coif, unimpeachable ascot. Saaaaah-weeeeet.

Wearing a green ascot on St. Patrick’s day is probably not the best way to keep from getting pinched, I fear.

In a few years, I’ll look back on these days and think, “What the fuck was that all about?”

Jeepers, I’m tired.

I’m tired of being tired. But I’m more tired of being broke.

Man, I guess TCP/IP, in retrospect, scales pretty well.

I can’t believe I actually used to be an IPX bigot.

I also can’t believe I used to own a class C subnet, namely 38.221.9.0/24. Merc, Fred, Medusa, Thor, Zeus, NS, man oh man, those were some days!

Here’s some helpful advice for the ladies out there: If you’re ugly, show some tit! C’mon, it’s a date!

People sit around and compare their tools...

Tomorrow, I’m going to have a blister under my fingernail. Damn.