All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy
All work and no play makes que a dull boy

Searching for answers to this percieved complex life which is really just a jumble of simple thoughts that we cloud with emotions and thus make seem incredibly difficult.

It seems like a lie, if just an unintentional one.

I was going to write that emotions are the least logical thing about us, but maybe I have that converse.

Is there anything else so apt to protect us, and kill us at the same time?

Update: I thought of something. A gun.

SBC is suing a website for using tables, in the effort of suing anyone for using a frame type concept.

This would be like the inventor (read: person who patented and otherwise did not invent) the concept of the "index" suing because all books use an index.

That would be like me creating a concept like using pipes instead of spaces when your spacebar isn't working, and then suing everyone when it became standard practice.

SBC is a horrible entity, and I will never use any product or service remotely associated with, or that they sponsor.

After reading slashdot from many, many... many years, I've finally started to post. Fun.

In other news I have absolutely nothing to write currently because I have a pile of work to finish before the day is out.

That can be explained my numerous posts for the day. Hah.