Sometimes small otters wish they could be me.
And sometimes, just sometimes, a GOSLING is present!
After last months journal entry, regarding the inflamatory nature of most of my posts on slashdot, I have finally been modded down as flamebait. There is at least one person on slashdot who actually reads posts all the way through before moderating.
However I still gained quite a bit of karma from this post.
Since my last post, I have grown more comfortable in the realization that all my old posts seem to be flamebait or trolls. I am probably just a jerk, and slashdot readers seem to enjoy information mixed with snarky insults to other posters.
I have been reading my posts from previous years and have found, much to my dismay that I appear to be a troll (albeit uncaught) and a karma whore.
On the plus side though, some of the stuff I wrote was hilarious, insulting and trollish, but pretty damn funny. I don't remember writing anything this funny. But I probably think its funny just because I have the same sense of humor as the author.
In related news, my tagline is not funny, I originally meant it to be annoying I think. After reading m posts I am sure I have achieved this. It is like a beautify poem composed entirely of pure annoyance. It no longer even amuses me. But I am too lazy to change it.
Today I have given birth to three-dozen small hares!
there's a squirrel in our ceiling. it's riding a bicycle. the bicycle has a baseball card in the spokes. i know this because our accountant told me so.
Well now! I remembered my user name on slashdot today. It's sad when i forget it. That makes me an unhappy panda.
I have disposed of well over 5 liters of mountain dew, as well as a significant literage of other caffeinated beverages within the last couple of days. i find this fact both disturbing, and provocative of mirth.
I made some code today. Then i made some more. Now I'm all worn out and will take a KNAP.
I'd rather just believe that it's done by little elves running around.