If you partake in spamming just so your shitty site can rank better in Google. Then you are a fucking bastard who should be shot in the fucking face and your lifeless corpse should then be fed through a sausage mincer.
Your remains would then be sent to your loved ones, but being the asshole that you are, no one could possibly love you so you will die alone wondering why no one liked you.
Yeah mother fucker,
Addicted by Bliss N Eso
This is a damn awesome song. It has a fantastic message. Don’t know what i’m talking about? Then look it up turn up the volume on your shitty white van 2 guy scam stereo and punch your fist into the air and feel alive because it is fucking great to be alive!
Why the fuck do people always use my FQDN when addressing me.
FUCK YOU PEOPLE.
I have a friendly name and that resolves just fine. Just because you are tooooooo lazy to read my fucking signature at the bottom of the email, you don’t even bother to get my name right. You are all a bunch of fucktards!
There is still a lot to do. There never seems to be enough time.
It is always about time and there never being enough. I wonder what I can do to be more productive with time.
I should write more lists
1. Write a list to be more productive
2. stick to list
3. Prioritise list
4. Stop wasting time writing lists.
I suppose I could quit my job, that would get me some more time. But then i would be a poor hobo with no internets and that would suck. I need one of the projects that I’m working to pay out.
I like office plants, they make the dull grey walls off my office cell bearable. But they are prisoners like me.
I am currently working in an office that has a window to the outside world, and that window leads to a small court yard with fake grass and 3 other walls.
Sometimes I wonder what the hell I’m doing looking at a screen all day sitting under fluro lights. I feel like I’m just wasting away. there has to be more to life than this crap. These ultra critical deadlines that in the end of the day mean nothing.
I think I need some sun light and plants that are free 🙂
I look to the stars. They are so beautiful that I would like to rest there when I die.
But that is a problem, you can’t just get up there very easily.
So the question that I throw out there is, how do you get a 2.8 kg payload (the weight of the average cremated male) to 35,700 km which is geostationary orbit? Or get to 160–2,000 km up (low earth orbit) but travel at 27,000km/h so you don’t fall back again?
And you have a budget; you can’t spend more that $50,000
So far I have come up with a plan to get to the first 34Kms with the use of weather baloons. this could be extended if you could use the baloons to raise a rocket launching platform.
There is no one dead up in space. That’s where I want to be when I die.
Take action, be positive, keep chipping at it and you can do it.
That’s what I am doing, and soon it will all fall into place.
Take that day job 🙂