Hellooo. Noob here first post, this is exceptionally awesome, been awhile since I chatted with a Mailman. Since he kicked my dog who had peed on his leg I haven't seen him in awhile because he lost his job when he refused to pay his debts any longer and the mailman's boss ((Uncle(SAM))) fired him and now robots deliver the mail to me, linearly, 600 pixels wide, in search engine optimized fashion in order to collect data for future debt retrieval. The mail now comes delivered straight into my feet, through a cable attached to my penis, through another USB cable attached to my dog who peed on my computer and fried my brain, with EGGS, and now I must go backwards into the light. Because the system is just fine as it is. Do nothing. Pee green money into the mouths of the debtors who forgive us not for our debts, but delivery US from evil, for wine. And beer.
That felt better. I think the dark mountain is the correct mountain to ascend. I enjoy the language used. Although I also enjoy the analysis given by Picot. But I'll take the aged syntax, because it doesn't smell of electronical opportunism, it breathes fire down into the tunnels of NORAD. Looking forward to sharing something more thunked out soon :) Best wishes. -Steve http://www.stevenread.com _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
