oh really...

if that's so, then what's this? huh? HUH????

Who are we kidding?

This is a sham. It's falling apart at the seams, and I can't keep the pretense up anymore.

There's no such thing as the internet.

Sorry to be the one to tell you.

Shot blocked, tipped by Aki Berg into his own net!

Yeah, word verification is in effect on the turbofart. Spam is bad enough on its own, but once it combines with whatever's funking up this place it gets pretty nasty.

Also, this title is a prediction of at least one game for this upcoming hockey season. We all know it'll happen.

Afterwards Aki will chew a block of concrete into a life-size figure of himself.

Aki Berg stole my AC

Oh wait, I never had it!

PS. Sixth year blows.

It's work you do at home

I have a homework assignment due on Monday. I haven't had homework in a year. I have no idea what to do with it.

After Aki and the bull destroyed my house (Aki won with a stunning roundhouse left that broke a horn off) I haven't been able to concentrate on much of anything, so analyzing a webpage to see how it conforms to technical writing characteristics is a bit of a struggle.

Now for an experiment: The blog post FROM THE FUTURE

I'm going to set the time of this post to an hour or two ahead to see if that fools the spammers. I figure they're using a script to insert comments, so if the time is wrong, it might not properly. If spam appears, I'll know the experiment is a failure and the future is a barren wasteland where rival gangs fight each other for gasoline so they can drive around looking for more gasoline.

Spamalot

Nobody, and I mean nobody, spams the turbofarts. Well, Kev does, but that's a different case.

The only spam comments I will tolerate will be ones advertising a spam blocker, just for the irony.

In other news, Aki Berg just ate a can of spam and will fight a bull bare knuckle in my living room tonight. I'd invite you over, but the bull is shy.

Milkshake

I made a milkshake just a little while ago. I was lazy, so it consisted of a banana and some chocolate milk.

Too much banana taste, and my brother yelled at me for "wasting" the chocolate milk. We have no other convenient source of chocolate in the house, and if I had used regular milk (which we have less of), he would have been more angry. I can't catch a break.

I wasted the chocolate milk by drinking it. That's its whole purpose!