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34 tweets for 2009-1-25

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Sunday, 0017: things sent to Random Word hEll: X wrapped in duct tape and chains, stapled to the ceiling, wearing a ballet tutu and carrying a fairy wand!
  • Sunday, 0204: dizzyfaced tired, but I got the documentation of What I Do down, at least the basics. The tech refinement is a document in itself.
  • Sunday, 0923: Poor @stephenfry got read RPS of himself: http://twitter.com/stephenfry/status/1146491354
  • Sunday, 0952: "Poodle, stop humping" count for the day: 1 (aunt's friend to whom she brought lasagna returning the pan)
  • Sunday, 1127: My uncle thinks I should be getting $30/hour more than I'm asking for home PC consulting. :D (This is o hai I've been a mac user consulting)
  • Sunday, 1128: @Prissi That sounds way over annoying. Blech.
  • Sunday, 1136: Lab invited to "go outside to air out for a bit" (tail gasket problems, aunt came over with kleenex); my invitation made aunt giggle. RANK.
  • Sunday, 1145: Cousin presented me with a bumper sticker: "Wanna get laid? Crawl up a chicken's ass and wait." :D I love my family.
  • Sunday, 1150: Cousin having the bad kind of fun with his laptop. Poor guy.
  • Sunday, 1157: I'd never heard of Cursebird before. Evidently I swear like a Scottish Comedian. http://cursebird.com/azurelunatic Thanks, @semanticist
  • Sunday, 1223: Almond butter does not go well with sourdough bread. Just in case I ever am dumb enough to try that combination again. (Weeks ago, still ew)
  • Sunday, 1340: @semanticist I'd love to get more fucking practice in, however, the preferred suspect is disinclined to participate & 700-odd miles remote.
  • Sunday, 1345: Uncle and cousin are arguing math. Funtimes!
  • Sunday, 1432: I'm at Fort Funston - http://bkite.com/043aB
  • Sunday, 1432: http://twitpic.com/17883 - PictureMail
  • Sunday, 1519: Poodle, stop humping count today: 2. Parking at Trader Joe's was a big event in poodle world.
  • Sunday, 1520: http://twitpic.com/178vo - PictureMail
  • Sunday, 1520: I'm at Trader Joe's - http://bkite.com/043f2
  • Sunday, 1622: I'm at Pacifica - http://bkite.com/043ll
  • Sunday, 1907: Read The Mislaid Magician, Wrede and Stevermer. Good times! My aunt got it from the library.
  • Sunday, 1928: @MindiJean Your search picked up PCOS in my tweets. It did not pick up me telling the last spammer like you to fuck off?
  • Sunday, 1929: @MindiJean Seriously, identical messages months out of context to a stranger is the mark of a fucking spammer.
  • Sunday, 1931: fucking blocking fucking spammers. (I may be crankier than usual. Probably hormonal swings.)
  • Sunday, 1936: @KevinMeek That's a fun episode. (stumbled across you via cursebird.com)
  • Sunday, 2026: Planet Earth disc 2, diaries: the translator headbutted the park ranger, then the driver stepped in and punched the translator. All drunk.
  • Sunday, 2158: The Poodle What Humps Incessantly has been consigned to Random Word hEll. (returned: inability to get things to stick in hell, 5 days.)
  • Sunday, 2201: Poodle = Dazzle/Parnelli/Pom-Pom Tail; Lab = Deacon/Vacuum Cleaner Face; Shelter Dog = Spence/Shpanky (and no longer being trained YAY)
  • Sunday, 2206: @DanielEfton Random Word hEll is an IRC bot. Feed a thing to hEll, hEll spits back a previously fed thing, or two, or ... nothing. Funtimes.
  • Sunday, 2211: DW closed beta ETA: currently 14 Feb as of new IRC topic change. WOOHOO GUYS
  • Sunday, 2218: @DanielEfton I hang with the LJ volunteer and DW dev/volunteer crowds. It's certainly an interesting batch in there & I <3 them.
  • Sunday, 2226: SOMEONE CERTAINLY HAS AN AXE TO GRIND DO THEY NOT
  • Sunday, 2226: @intrepia That and people creating test accounts on clones that have not seen the error of the original ways.
  • Sunday, 2237: @DanielEfton DW = http://dreamwidth.org, an LJ code fork being undertaken by some of the BEST people I can think of to do it. Like Fu. <3
  • Sunday, 2241: @semanticist I'll live! Makes getting laid a damn sight less likely, though.


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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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