I wanted to post something great right now - but I can't think of anything. I'll try back later, I guess.
July 30, 2003
July 29, 2003
[busstops in Seattle]
So there i was... walking down the street... looking for the right busstop that would take my to my new home...
and what do i see...
Mr. Collins himself...
only, it wasn't Mr. Collins. It was his simulacra... seriously... this guy was like, the clone of Collins, only without the facial hair. I was about to walk up to the guy and call him James, just to see if he'd respond.
If he had facial hair, i would have thought it was him. I'm still a little unsure if maybe... just maybe it was Collins.
Oh well... that's really all i had...
but hey, it got me FIRST POST GLORY!!! so I don't really care.
mwahahah.
meh.
So there i was... walking down the street... looking for the right busstop that would take my to my new home...
and what do i see...
Mr. Collins himself...
only, it wasn't Mr. Collins. It was his simulacra... seriously... this guy was like, the clone of Collins, only without the facial hair. I was about to walk up to the guy and call him James, just to see if he'd respond.
If he had facial hair, i would have thought it was him. I'm still a little unsure if maybe... just maybe it was Collins.
Oh well... that's really all i had...
but hey, it got me FIRST POST GLORY!!! so I don't really care.
mwahahah.
meh.
July 28, 2003
[addendum]
So in a weird twist... part of the last to rows of the comic scanned wrong and I never noticed.
Ah well... I'll get to correcting that sometime.
In the meantime, I think you all get the point. jOe gets mad. jOe goes Frenzied. jOe crushes people. We all laugh.
Really, if you couldn't understand that despite the scan error... then i hate you.
Really.
Cause then you're just dense.
Dense likes James.
Like James flirting with a gay ski instructor.
While sucking on a candy-cane-stick
And talking about soap.
Now do you all want to be that dense? No. I didn't think so.
So in a weird twist... part of the last to rows of the comic scanned wrong and I never noticed.
Ah well... I'll get to correcting that sometime.
In the meantime, I think you all get the point. jOe gets mad. jOe goes Frenzied. jOe crushes people. We all laugh.
Really, if you couldn't understand that despite the scan error... then i hate you.
Really.
Cause then you're just dense.
Dense likes James.
No, not the asian James.
That's Jimmoi. We're talking TZA-James.
Yes. That one. Now then, back to...
Like James flirting with a gay ski instructor.
While sucking on a candy-cane-stick
And talking about soap.
Now do you all want to be that dense? No. I didn't think so.
trapped9dots away messege :
resting...call if you're stopping by or want to talk to me.
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GreenEyedFox16 away messege :
watching a movie. had a shit day at work. dont' feel good. call if you need anything
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cyclope45 away messege :
sleepings
but call me to wake me up dammit.
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what the fuck is with people saying " call me " in an away messege?
Im not around at the moment, so if you want to find out, call me.
resting...call if you're stopping by or want to talk to me.
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GreenEyedFox16 away messege :
watching a movie. had a shit day at work. dont' feel good. call if you need anything
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cyclope45 away messege :
sleepings
but call me to wake me up dammit.
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what the fuck is with people saying " call me " in an away messege?
Im not around at the moment, so if you want to find out, call me.
ColossaljOe Comics: The Pre-Issue Funzoness
Note: This comic comes just before the main one... well chronologically. In reality, Jimmoi made this one after that one i posted before... eh... who really cares?
Now presenting, in it's fully technicolor, HDTV, Plasmafied, Redistributed Glory... ColossaljOe Comics, the Pre-ISSUE!
Wowee wow wow... wasn't that just fun?!
Note: This comic comes just before the main one... well chronologically. In reality, Jimmoi made this one after that one i posted before... eh... who really cares?
Now presenting, in it's fully technicolor, HDTV, Plasmafied, Redistributed Glory... ColossaljOe Comics, the Pre-ISSUE!
Wowee wow wow... wasn't that just fun?!
July 27, 2003
July 26, 2003
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking :
" WHAT THE FUCK, PGYMIES?! "
and you want to go shoot yourself,
because Jimmoi's post was terrible.
You're asking yourself :
" Where is the love? "
I'll tell you where the fucking love is.
The love took a vacation to hawaii where it's relaxing.
Sitting down on a beach somewhere telling people to go fuck themselves.
Thats where love is.
But love sent me an email a bit ago
from it's palm pilot ( yes, love has a palm pilot )
and it sent me two images.
Told me to send them to you.
Love, Love.
You're thinking :
" WHAT THE FUCK, PGYMIES?! "
and you want to go shoot yourself,
because Jimmoi's post was terrible.
You're asking yourself :
" Where is the love? "
I'll tell you where the fucking love is.
The love took a vacation to hawaii where it's relaxing.
Sitting down on a beach somewhere telling people to go fuck themselves.
Thats where love is.
But love sent me an email a bit ago
from it's palm pilot ( yes, love has a palm pilot )
and it sent me two images.
Told me to send them to you.
Love, Love.
July 25, 2003
July 23, 2003
another link.
almost as funny as the last.
July 21, 2003
July 20, 2003
Pinkos and George took me to the Bite of Seattle today, where we had much lesbian sex. Oh, wait. No we didn't - but I had your attention, didn't I?
So - Pinkos and George took me to the Bite of Seattle. It was awesome opposum. George and I went through "free stuff" buffet line (george called it the "hot chick" buffet line. She even asked one of the girls out!). We got lots of free stuff and ate all of it - well, not all of it. Some of it had to come home with us. and none of it was hot, throbbing cock - REPEAT: we did not eat hot trobbing cock today. At the end of the buffet line, they gave everyone rolaids. How thoughtful.
There was a wishing well on the way in. We stopped by it twice - once on the way in and once on the way out - and I made the same wish both times.
Tony Roma's = goodness. I learned that today.
So - Pinkos and George took me to the Bite of Seattle. It was awesome opposum. George and I went through "free stuff" buffet line (george called it the "hot chick" buffet line. She even asked one of the girls out!). We got lots of free stuff and ate all of it - well, not all of it. Some of it had to come home with us. and none of it was hot, throbbing cock - REPEAT: we did not eat hot trobbing cock today. At the end of the buffet line, they gave everyone rolaids. How thoughtful.
There was a wishing well on the way in. We stopped by it twice - once on the way in and once on the way out - and I made the same wish both times.
Tony Roma's = goodness. I learned that today.
July 18, 2003
Ooooh... Hacking.
Lemme see.... This "Palat," (which means "Temple," no?) has AT&T Worldnet service. As they don't provide any free services, they have your billing info. If nothing else, they have the physical address where the contact was initiated from. If dialup, then it's a matter of checking where the call to their CO originated. If DSL or other broadband, then they have the street address where it terminates. To top that off, if it became an issue and this info was needed, it would SERIOUSLY torque them off to look it up. Even to call in a trouble ticket on a T1 line, with the circuit ID in hand no less, Qworst gets all pissy if you don't have the street addresses of both ends also.
Right now, a network admin has two choices:
1) Send off an email to abuse@att.net regarding this "attempted hacking" with the IP addresses and times of use. This would result in the person responsible for this getting an interesting letter in the mail, maybe even a phone call from a less-than-amused AT&T representative.
2)Contact the National Infrastructure Protection Center, a joint program between the FBI and Homeland Security. File an incident report regarding the attempted "hacking." Then this "Palat" individual gets a phone call, letter or visit from the government. Most likely just a letter.
You do understand, Palat, that "hacking" or gaining access to another person's computer, is a federal crime. Attempting to do so is not treated much differently.
Of course, nothing you've done has been destructive or used any resource not available to any visitor of this site. But, it's really not wise to do that kind of thing over a connection you paid for or gave any personal information to get.
...
So, all that having been said.... jEFF, are you using the wireless connection you steal from your neighbor to post?
Lemme see.... This "Palat," (which means "Temple," no?) has AT&T Worldnet service. As they don't provide any free services, they have your billing info. If nothing else, they have the physical address where the contact was initiated from. If dialup, then it's a matter of checking where the call to their CO originated. If DSL or other broadband, then they have the street address where it terminates. To top that off, if it became an issue and this info was needed, it would SERIOUSLY torque them off to look it up. Even to call in a trouble ticket on a T1 line, with the circuit ID in hand no less, Qworst gets all pissy if you don't have the street addresses of both ends also.
Right now, a network admin has two choices:
1) Send off an email to abuse@att.net regarding this "attempted hacking" with the IP addresses and times of use. This would result in the person responsible for this getting an interesting letter in the mail, maybe even a phone call from a less-than-amused AT&T representative.
2)Contact the National Infrastructure Protection Center, a joint program between the FBI and Homeland Security. File an incident report regarding the attempted "hacking." Then this "Palat" individual gets a phone call, letter or visit from the government. Most likely just a letter.
You do understand, Palat, that "hacking" or gaining access to another person's computer, is a federal crime. Attempting to do so is not treated much differently.
Of course, nothing you've done has been destructive or used any resource not available to any visitor of this site. But, it's really not wise to do that kind of thing over a connection you paid for or gave any personal information to get.
...
So, all that having been said.... jEFF, are you using the wireless connection you steal from your neighbor to post?
July 17, 2003
Now that - that is some funny shit there.
"I'm just trying to prevent cancer, that's all..."
All we need is a study showing that breast cancer can be prevented by frequent massaging.
For that matter, any women wishing to start such a study, I'll be more than happy to help....
I got to thinking....
About people loosing touch with their "friends" after high school. Also, people pick up new friends – people that they went to school along side but didn't like or just didn't know.
...
Every now and then, someone will say "remember so-and-so?" And yes, I remember them. It's like "why don't I talk to them anymore?"
Oh, yeah, we all got jobs.
Our schedules don't demand that we all be in the same building for eight hours a day.
That's right.
Not to mention, that person kind of turned into an idiot. They always seemed a little slow. Even back in elementary school, they were always a little behind the curve. But, they were cool, and so you were friends.
All the way through high school sometimes. Since you were growing up right along side them, you didn't notice the changes.
It was all too gradual. Then you look back at a picture, and realize it.
Shit. That was 15 years ago. I was only four feet tall. None of us were very bright.
Now, they're a fucking dumbshit. Or just odd. You come to the conclusion that, even though for most of your life, you've known them, they've turned funny. Shit, how did that happen? We've read most of the same books, known the same people, been through the same shit. How come I'm me, and they're fucking weird?
...
So, you involve yourself in some sort of social function with them. Thinking, hey, maybe it was just a phase.
You were right, "dumbass" was just a phase. A phase on the way to "total fucktard."
I leave Tuesday. Since I need to be up there at five o'clock, I took that day off and was planning a nice, leasurely morning. Now, I have to be at work an hour or so that day to give instruction to the people who will be doing my job during the time I'm gone.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Not to mention, all kinds of shit is coming up for this weekend. Man, I have enough shit to do just packing up. I haven't got the time or energy for much else.
Already promised I'd be at a wedding Saturday. Figure, I've never been to one, so I better at least scope it out to see what all happens before my brother gets married next year.
That. Fuck. I gotta wear a tux. Well, don't have to, but it would just look stupid if I was the only (or is it olny?) groomsman without a tux. Originally, his fiancé said "you can wear whatever you want." Heh, I got her to do an about face on that one quick-like. I think the mention of an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals was what did it. No damn sense of humor.
...
I suppose I've rambled on long enough now. Look, a long post from me that doesn't include an image. Been a while hasn't it?
About people loosing touch with their "friends" after high school. Also, people pick up new friends – people that they went to school along side but didn't like or just didn't know.
...
Every now and then, someone will say "remember so-and-so?" And yes, I remember them. It's like "why don't I talk to them anymore?"
Oh, yeah, we all got jobs.
Our schedules don't demand that we all be in the same building for eight hours a day.
That's right.
Not to mention, that person kind of turned into an idiot. They always seemed a little slow. Even back in elementary school, they were always a little behind the curve. But, they were cool, and so you were friends.
All the way through high school sometimes. Since you were growing up right along side them, you didn't notice the changes.
It was all too gradual. Then you look back at a picture, and realize it.
Shit. That was 15 years ago. I was only four feet tall. None of us were very bright.
Now, they're a fucking dumbshit. Or just odd. You come to the conclusion that, even though for most of your life, you've known them, they've turned funny. Shit, how did that happen? We've read most of the same books, known the same people, been through the same shit. How come I'm me, and they're fucking weird?
...
So, you involve yourself in some sort of social function with them. Thinking, hey, maybe it was just a phase.
You were right, "dumbass" was just a phase. A phase on the way to "total fucktard."
I leave Tuesday. Since I need to be up there at five o'clock, I took that day off and was planning a nice, leasurely morning. Now, I have to be at work an hour or so that day to give instruction to the people who will be doing my job during the time I'm gone.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Not to mention, all kinds of shit is coming up for this weekend. Man, I have enough shit to do just packing up. I haven't got the time or energy for much else.
Already promised I'd be at a wedding Saturday. Figure, I've never been to one, so I better at least scope it out to see what all happens before my brother gets married next year.
That. Fuck. I gotta wear a tux. Well, don't have to, but it would just look stupid if I was the only (or is it olny?) groomsman without a tux. Originally, his fiancé said "you can wear whatever you want." Heh, I got her to do an about face on that one quick-like. I think the mention of an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals was what did it. No damn sense of humor.
...
I suppose I've rambled on long enough now. Look, a long post from me that doesn't include an image. Been a while hasn't it?
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