i'm pretty sure

___nobody: actually i'm pretty sure
___nobody: CPS will show up to your house
___nobody: if you waterboard your own child

a cog story

"Who am I?" the little cog asked to no one in particular.

Housed inside the dark box, it was difficult to tell. A piece of metal spinning in place? The questions were many. The answers few. But by looking around, the cog was not impressed with it's situation: darkness and uncertainty were the order of the day.

"I do matter" the cog said to itself while it looked around. It saw other cogs, also spinning in place, meshed with each other, each spinning clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise again. The other cogs were silent as the cog mused to itself.

"I matter" the cog reiterated. "I want to spin my own way!" it said, to no one.

The other cogs did not notice the outburst. They continued to spin in their places, clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise again.

The cog paused for a second, then grew strong in it's resolve. It thought about how it would spin, how it wanted to spin, how fast it would spin, in it's perfect situation. "How would I get there?" asked the cog. The other cogs were silent.

It wrestled with itself, and spun faster and faster. It enjoyed it's new speed, reveling in how fast it was spinning. The cog was unimpressed with it though, spinning in place, still dark, still uncertain what it was meant for.

The cog wanted more than to be by itself. It struggled and struggled, moving closer to another cog. Closer and closer it got, until it could see the teeth of the other cog. The other cog said nothing as it got near.

Interaction with other cogs, thought the cog, must be the best.

Finally they touched, and began to spin together. Happy at last, the cog felt it had found it's place, spinning together with the rest.

The cog tried to speed up, but it quickly found that it could not go so fast, for the other cog he was spinning with would not go so fast. The cog tried harder, but then he saw all the other cogs his new companion was meshed with as well. A long line of cogs stretched off into the darkness.

A little cog can only do so much.

He struggled more, trying to change the direction he spun. No luck, as his new companion and all the other cogs were spinning in the single direction. Clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise again. The other cogs remained silent.

"But what about me?" said the cog, spinning at a fixed speed, in a fixed direction. "How should I spin?"

His companion noticed him at last. "We are all but cogs here, and you are no different friend."

The cog found this upsetting: "But I would like to spin faster!"

His companion replied: "The machine is the one that sets the speed, dear friend. And we all obey the machine."

The cog became silent, spinning clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise again.

typing in the right window

___nobody: ya
___nobody: did I respond to you on that?
Matt: yes
___nobody: google talk has me all over the place. I don't know who I am typing too
___nobody: so many webcams open
___nobody: can't keep the girls straight
Matt: well at least you're typing in the right window
___nobody: other windows
___nobody: really don't require typing

i have these dreams

Gaurav: go ahead
Gaurav: have a good sleep
Gaurav: and sweet dreams of games
___nobody: i have these dreams
___nobody: but i wake up at the end screaming
___nobody: is that the same?

that's enough to impress chicks

___nobody: did the book help
Matt: yeah the book was good,
Matt: used it to get through the gallery quickly since I'm not a huge art fan
Matt: had lots of good stuff in it
___nobody: good
___nobody: just know that monet and manet draw fuzzy pastel shit on lakes
___nobody: that's enough to impress chicks

good for architects

___nobody: some hope for me
___nobody: http://java.dzone.com/articles/diy-mobile-development-android
mterry: no programming experience to write apps - that's right up your alley
___nobody: good for architects
___nobody: just draw lines & boxes
___nobody: where is the
___nobody: "put this component in the cloud" option

usually 3-5 years later

___nobody: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20100701/ap_on_re_la_am_ca/tropical_weather
alex: many have died from my emanations
___nobody: usually 3 to 5 years later though
___nobody: those retrovirals are making it longer too

a piece of yahoo history (you)

gblair: I'll treasure that png as an icon of my wonderful time at yahoo

don't do anything rash

joel: there are tons of jobs for loser boys like you
___nobody: question is
___nobody: how to escape in good way
___nobody: it is like vietnam
___nobody: honorable retreat
___nobody: not fleeing like a bitch
___nobody: on the titanic
___nobody: the steerage passengers jumped off the side
___nobody: and froze in the water
___nobody: premier class got the elegant lifeboat
___nobody: for a little early morning boating
___nobody: note to self: be the premier class

cmr is in draft state

vdan: Carols mail snippet:
vdan: "In the meantime,
vdan: remember that these goals
vdan: are everyone’s responsibility.
vdan: We all need to work together
vdan: to achieve them this year."
___nobody: lol
___nobody: I am going to reject Carol's CMR
___nobody: reason for rejection
___nobody: CMR is in draft state
___nobody: within 12 months of release date

special olympics high jump

asink: yeah, things will be a bit goofy
asink: we'll end up using duct tape and glue to get the smoke tests working
___nobody: lets keep the bar very low
___nobody: so that when we barely manage to jump above it
___nobody: we will be happy
___nobody: this is the special olympics high jump
___nobody: and you, you are retarded little bobby