Brilliant.
Month: November 2009
ALL NEW! Star Wars Gangsta Rap: Chronicles
this is better than the original one was.
This is why I always use the internet for shiopping when I can:
via xkcd
i have been killing myself, for the btter part of three weeks a month and a half, to make an insane deadline for today.
last week, we got through phase one of the rollout, with nary a bruise.
last fucking night, i was told that phase two and three have been put off until december 17 and december 31 respectively – this news came while i was firefighting a completely unrelated issue from a totally prima donna client, and losing to the flames.
i have to see this project through to the end, but i’m back on the market jan 1, raise or no fucking raise.
i am jack’s ruptured spleen.
nano’s drupal install could no longer connect to its database server.
conan was wrong. it is the lamentation of the servers, not the women.
The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear.
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Tsar.
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun,
And donned his most truculent sneer.
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.
“Young man,” Quoth Abdul,”Has life grown so dull,
That you wish to end your career?
Vile Infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.”
Said Ivan, “My friend, your remarks, in the end,
Will avail you but little, I fear.”
“For you ne’er will survive to repeat them alive.
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir.”
“So take your last look at sunshine and brook.
And send your regrets to the Tsar.
By this I imply, you are going to die
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.”
Then that bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk.
With a cry of, “Allah-Akbar!”
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
They fought all that night, ‘neath the pale yellow moon.
The din, it was heard from afar.
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.
As Abdul’s long knife was extracting the life —
in fact he was shouting “Huzzah!”
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
The Sultan drove by in his red-crested fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer.
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.
Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue,
Rode up in his new crested car.
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line,
With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
There’s a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows,
Engraved there in characters clear:
“Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps
‘Neath the light of the pale polar star
And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps,
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.
Try not to forget, eh?
who’s daddy indeed?
not every pitcher can keep their manhood in their hat, especially with a fro like that. too bad it was not enough mojo to make it happen.
fuck yeah.
Hello LJLand!
I’m doing ninhundredmilesanhour pretty much all the time, every day lately, with a minor break (either way) coming tomorrow evning, but with the real prize coming at the end of November when we open our new Discount Ticket Space.
For all the times I bust my ass and save the day, I get a surprisingly small number of thankyous. I’m not in it for the thankyous, honestly, or the paycheck – I do like a little recognition here and there.
Recently, I got an award, from one of the vendor companies I’ve been sitting on the development team for (as a client advisor/community organizer) for over the last two years:
In other words, I just got my own Montgomery Burns Award for Outstanding Achievement in Field of Excellence.
It is heavy, and made of crystal. The top is pointy enough to cut paper. I may use it to kill myself/and/or/boss depending on how the month ends.