I am now worthy of EX-TER-MI-NAT-ION!

24 07 2006

As I am now a mindless drone, I now have a MyShitSpace account.

Kudos are in order to myself for now being a sell-out asshole.

So I now cordially invite you to find me on MySpace and be my friend, for I am a l0ser who hath not any social existance outside of “da Internet”.

Now let’s go meet the neighbors!



The universe speaks in many languages, but only one voice… and now it will be available to nail on your wall.

24 07 2006

The Declaration of Principles, which was one of the few reedeming features of the fifth and final season of Babylon 5, is going to be available for sale in a limited edition framed print that will be available to order Monday, July 31 at 10:00 AM Pacific. Only 500 of them will be available… or, as the case may be, only 499 will be available for grabs as one. will. be. mine.

(Although I can take a picture of it for you folks so that you can hang it on your wall as well. It’ll just be a picture of a picture of something on my wall. If that makes any sense.)
It shall be mine. No exceptions. No surrender, no retreat.

Visit http://www.declarationofprinciples.com for more.



Where are the Daleks when you need them?

24 07 2006

I’ve tried to get a MySpace account for the past two days now.

As I’ve expected, due to the comments I’ve heard about it, I have been unable to even get an account on MySpace. On Saturday, I tried three different times to get the captchas the load (captchas are those random letters and numbers that show up in an image, then you repeat them verbatim into a field, so as to basically tell the computers that you’re a human). After the issue was allegedly forwarded to technical support, the captchas were active — but there are even more problems. What they are or how they came into existance is beyond me. More than likely it is the horrible programming for the application that MySpace uses to generate its equally inferior websites.

Now, knowing my personal hatred of social networks, one may ask what drove me to even attempt to get a MySpace account.

I will tell you. I know people at work who have MySpace accounts.

I had, in a moment of insanity, thought that I would like to be assimiliated into the mindless drones, so as to be included in a hive-mind.

In fact, I will give you a list… for you to poop on. (By the way, these are people that I work with on a daily basis, or people that I used to work with.)

Current employees:

Ex-employees

God, I wish the Daleks existed… EX-TER-MIN-ATE!