whitebread

Something from here.

“Well those are some mighty tires!”
Said the man walking his jack russell around Brownie lake, and the pugs had a new nickname. As I outlined to Pop, all we need for world peace is about 3500 pugsleys, and people to ride them around. Huge smiles from everyone, and a sense that all was right in the world.

I hope you all enjoyed the warm November air, and if you want to hit the trails, let me know.

First off, that ‘k’ at the end of your name: a. makes me want to wretch and b. isn’t fooling anyone. The only way in which you are magic is that you do completely incomprehensible things. Why the fuck do you add color information to a black and white image by default? Yeah, a lot of zeros is just what I need jackass. Hey, why don’t you take my bilevel 12KB file and pad it with zeros so that it’s 1.1MB? Nice work asshole. When I specify “-monochrome” I’m not fucking kidding, ok? I actually want you to make that bitch monochrome. You know why? Because my god damn input file was monochrome. I know you love colors and all, but lets get something straight, moron. I’m the user and you’re the program so you get to do what I say, not whatever the hell you want.

P.S. your documentation makes me want to invade Iraq.

Something to help you appreciate what you have (read the caption). Or bring you to tears, if you’re b.

This error from gcc might mean you have forgotten a semicolon after a function prototype. Check your header files.

If you’re compiling something and you get this, despite having included sys/types.h

error: expected specifier-qualifier-list before ‘u_int’

You have to pass this to the compiler:
-D_GNU_SOURCE

Well, obviously.

Turns out I like Brian Eno more than I thought. I highly recommend you check
this out.

As of a few minutes ago, the united states spent $687,192,623,570 destroying Iraq. For that money, we could have built
something like 14,000 miles of high speed rail.
That’s:
New York To Los Angeles
New York to Seattle
Minneapolis to San Antonio
Minneapolis to Ft. Lauderdale

with FIVE THOUSAND MILES OF TRACK TO SPARE.

Then again, we’d still have Iraqis with electricity and such.

I’ve come to the realization that my closest friends are the ones who know when I’m making excuses. Take b for example. A few days ago she said to me, “Fatboy, get your ass back in that saddle”. Except she said it all b-style. So I rode me bike, and all was well.