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I wouldn't consider it a celebration of death, or even that of one individual as such.. maybe a time of change, which many were unprepared for.. I remember a friend saying something like he couldn't die.. renewed mind and all.. I wonder how my friend feels now.. When I leave this existence.. I hope they have a party.. Not that I'd give them a good reason for it.. :biglaugh:

That would make very very many "Gods", wouldn't it? :)

Anybody else play with it? My first impression.. I like it.. far better than Vista.. I loaded the 32 bit version on an old computer first. It was sluggish, but functional. But on a newer 1200 mhz celeron setup it flies.. Now. What can I do with it? I'd like to do some C or C++ programming and such with it.. but where's the C? It seems to have command line tools in the terminal. I'm quite acquainted with the file systems and commands for dos. Are there any substantial differences with lynix? And I'd like to look at the root file system. Even though I know the root password, it won't let me do it.. no, I'm not going to shoot myself in the foot. At worst, I'd have to reload the operating system.. finally, the wireless usb card. Is there any hope of getting it to work? I have a linksys dual band plugin unit, along with an appropriate wireless router.. and I have a physical drive D I'd like to do something with. During installation, it asked if I wanted to format the media. I chose both drive C and D (from DOS terms) and I don't seem to be able to access drive D. From the desktop, Fedora tells me there are no media that I have the privileges to mount. What's up with that? Maybe more questions later..

Has anybody ever considered that date for a wienie roast or gs get together?

When I first started reading here, I found it rather refreshing to see real people get in a food fight of sorts..

I'd be suprised if they didn't try to sell it at auction.. *"slightly" used dairy tanker..* They could have billed it as a "Prevailing Word over da world double-duty dairy tanker.."

I'll say one thing about "revelation" (or the lack thereof).. I went wow. Next.. what does one do, go corps? I never had any honest to god "revelation", or even a stinking FEELING to do so for that matter. In fact, no one even approached me on the subject.. I thought with such a "godly" thing to do, must be something wrong with me.. but I never went in. I never even tried..

Perhaps. Along with having perhaps the worst weather in the last two years of the rock. I think it scared the crap out of them.. I think loy was afraid of the liability of having to do some explaining how da debil could run amock on "gawd's green acres" or something.. he already ushered out suspected "homos" and "unprofitable" people.. he was running out of people to place the blame on..

well.. if I must.. friggin moron.. mindless bastard.. yes, I can read your mind. Sorry, it's something I do at times.. go ahead.. just "renew" your mind(?) that this is the "godly" step in life.. who are you sleeping with tonight.. kinda *lonely*? There's always L*nder.. or rosie I guess.. I'd prefer a mule. OK.. I'm done. Mods, I will proceed no further..

maybe I'm a late starter at fifty something.. but at least I still start.. I chose to walk with the graduating class. I'm glad I did.. I sat next to the fellow who very likely will be in the same master's program this fall. nice to have a connection or two.. The other character I've connected with is brilliant.. got a degree with a major both in History and Math..

Thanks friend. Well.. it was a good day today.. my sweetie was there of course.. and kids in "spirit".. interesting.. we have both a greasepot cat and squirrel sharing the distinction of a degree today.. congratulations Catcup.. hopefully in about 2 1/2 years I'll share the same distinction.

I recognized that date.. when I saw the "sowers" site, I emailed the guy and asked him if he was born sometime in late may of 1985.. I wonder if he finally got the reference..

Who's gonna love you, then..

I can only guess what the first "day on the job" was like.. one shows up.. body is a hundred and seventy pound muscular "buff" from required training.. you're ready willing and able to protect gawd's *ministry* from untoward advances of da *enemy*.. and one is *accosted* by the presence of a (perhaps) 190 to 220 pound (give or take) numbnuts.. who says.. "forget all you learned.. this is da way we do things around here.." I'd run like hell.. yep.. I'd run.. anywhere. Anywhere, as far from New Knoxville, and as fast as my legs would carry me.. Inside of twenty years.. you WILL be J L*nder..

What I wonder is.. how does it feel to have pudgy John "I know when to call da cops when I have to" L*nder to "show you the ropes"? Break you in on the intricate "gawdly" details of da big job? I think you morons deserve each other..

And what you apparently can't see or understand.. someone with your level of training and experience.. do you think da *ministry* is going to put out the kind of resources and support to train someone to your level of professionalism? Not in a THOUSAND YEARS.. you are merely another "trophy" on rosie's wall..

One of the pathetic bastards abandoned the possibility of a loving family.. a REAL life and profession, to be one of the *few*, one of the *elite*, and watch rosie's cornfields in northern Ohio.. friggin moron.. I generally hiss and spit in your direction..

What about the loyster? Didn't he live off of a trail of "traceable" untraceable cash? Gifts- "love offerings".. etc etc? I don't think there is a statute of limitations on tax evasion..

I'll pray for your pitiful soul..

There is one of them.. L*nder's replacement.. friggin moron. abandoned a (possible) family.. a REAL career in law enforcement.. yeah.. moron. don't worry, I won't say your name.. but I know something you don't.. friggin dumbass.. you have NO IDEA what you forfeited.. moron..

On the other hand.. perhaps he happened to be an utter (slavishly obedient) moron who was *lucky* enough to be crowned by slick vic.. I can't think of any other place in the known world where he'd get a following like that on his own.. he IS moving items, not unlike rocks now, isn't he?

who knows.. maybe they couldn't "afford" modern contrivances and such.. when one has free labor to move rocks, why *waste* a couple of hundred bucks one could otherwise spend on an "excursion" to Cincinatti, or God knows where..

Yeah.. I remember some little vignette with the loyster and those in charge of "gawd's landscaping".. what and where was is.. but the *lesson* was "attention to detail".. like, "we don't want this place to look like hick city.. get somebody to move them rocks, mow and put them back.." I thought at the time.. "haven't you ever heard of a weed whacker? Why do you need a CREW to move a number of multi-hundred pound rocks for?" what a *moron*.. what do you think gawd made weed whackers for..

I think it was Zepplin at their rawest.. buried on track four of Physical Graffitti..

now you've got me on that song.. it wasn't on Zepplin's "Houses of the Holy".. they saved it for Physical Graffitti for some reason..