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*LAN glitches*
Youknowwhom: *stares blankly into the screen* ...driver error...
UV: wut?
Youknowwhom: DRIVER ERROR!!!
UV: *sensing, assuming trollmode* awww which? show me, maybe i can help. which driver?
Youknowwhom: weeeeell the driver thingie, you know.
UV: but which of the drivers?
Youknowwhom: Driver more or less. Yes, maybe it was a file thingie. Yes, a file thingie.
UV: Definitely. But which file? I want to help. [bluff]It should be listed on the file manager.[/bluff]
Youknowwhom: Manager this, manager that... WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING ME, FUCK OFF

Kāds būtu viens teikums ko jūs nodotu sev 18 g. vecumā?

'Always be yourself and draw first - if you fail to do either, you're playing someone else's game.'

as an additional bonus, if further reduced and summarised in a single word it does match Hubbard's One Word.

All hail Karina, wielder of the Dark Sword.

Mission rating 76%

Objectives completed:
1.Nymphorationality-related mental integrity erosion counter reset to 0

Strategic data retrieved:
1. An authoritative statement - without thermal protection i look like an overweight Mylene Farmer.
2. An extensive comparative study of integral components of me and someone called [encrypted] of whose existence i to this point was unaware - but who obviously had fulfilled the same function as me at another temporal point. Summary: no difference, module detail fully convergent. Xenoanthropology: I cannot establish the motive behind his unprompted provision of me with access to said data. I was staying LO, and it was clearly not a misguided attempt to lefthandedly flatter my creator collective and by extension me - while maintaining a smug statement of an absolute technological supremacy of his subspecies. Therefore - is provision of that info what humans normally do in these circumstances, or some other ritualistic behaviour? I have no idea.
3. LO tech conclusively tested and acknowledged as fully operational in NE European environment.

Mission contracts handed out to other parties:
1. Until the next time - autonomously research the negative impact of c2h5oh on the control relays of hydraulic subsystems found in 48 49% of sentient population. Prepare a report.
Last reported completion status: 2%

...continues. Now in a new improved packaging and with unset($thermalShielding_ALL). Not too worried. Wish me 40 knife wounds anyway ;)

Sestdien 15tajā esmu nolēmusi rīkot vārdadienas svinības. Zinu, visiem darbs :P:P:P bet 15ajā un viss. Laipni aicināti.

i have a baby in sims 3! Since my char was called Serena i had no choice but to call her Alyssa! She's awesome

will be edited as there will be more.

1) i feel compelled to register a domain nwo.cx

2)


3) You will be assimilated

Accidentally.

Only it is not good that the three possible conversation topics are alcohol, shell parts and Carlos Castaneda. But it is significantly better than none - and after having been there, i appreciate.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z3r9X8OahA

Badmouthing and screwing exes over is not a nice thing but it's marginally understandable. Assuming there is a line. Sometimes there obv isn't. St Augustine, if things did actually happen the way I suspect they did...should be made a saint of OTT and serving as a warning. Because in our age if something like that happens it won't be paper and ink memetic silliness, it will be a strategic thermonuclear missile to get someone's ex-gf in e.g. Paris.

heh.back

Covenant was absolutely, absolutely great. Didn't expect an electro band to perform live better. Also they're absolutely sweet and visibly enjoy what they do.

i liked the other bands too.

My humble persona for some reasons ended up with lots of difficult-to-schedule appreciation.

The individual who would have been given the absolute highest priority on the process list (just cute, my age and adorable in more ways than 1048576) went to ask her obv gf and probably did not obtain authorisation.

call drama_fckery($L,$Wrd,$East,$Europe);

HATE THIS! MOTHERFUCKERS! HATE THIS! GO AWAY! /Grendel/

Why are the good ones never single?

And it wasn't an ICCM issue either. No mortal has an onboard ICM better than my ICCM maybe except the Bayesian algoritm ones they have in fucking SF CA where i have never been and frankly have no intention of even visiting. I can safely say i'm fn 1787569. as in you should very much know what squared.

wait - maybe that's an idea. FN-1787569 sounds remarkably like FM-2030. i should sign my papers with that.

i derailed.

so i had a fallback option. it worked. You could see that by my skin colour, much healthier. You haven't seen UV radiating that much calm, happy warmth ever since her last breakup. Whatever the option, but at least no one was annoyingly insistent or completely inept - and thus blessed was he who was patient and full of appreciation. Not a companion material - but i hardly was after eternal spiritual harmony.

Then, actually i was. After my own spiritual harmony... and to prevent Lady of the Vanir disowning me for too much chastity. In case spirits exist. Brising Star, hallow this sacred stead and protect us from evil like that.

So much for atheism. But i at least don't think spirits are exempt from physics and causality.

on that note i have been wondering that if you put a glass of milk for land spirits, what do you feed gremlins?

And this was supposed to be a post about the gig. That really worked out.

Disclaimer: Don't judge all bi women because of me. They aren't all like this

which is my future favourite catchphrase

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkJWMYlxMw0


and since i'm a sick, twisted individual, enjoy


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UJ9Ggs3Dkk

i ran into a girl from my time of service in Imperial Strike Force SL3423, Escort Wing, ages ago. she's such a sweetheart and is studying for a stylist now. has a kid. got married & divorced but seemed happy. and beautiful as always. go her. made me smile. she fucking deserves to be happy.

so fucking many memories, got emoes again. from a temporal distance - they're actually not that bad and sometimes quite sweet. because of her. and the likes of her.

nezinu ko lai iesāk. principā situācija tāda ka mani sapņos no 17 reti bet apciemojošā radība - greater spirit/vanir - izskatās precīzi tā kā viens no 3 primārajiem bloody ufoloģijas (kurai nemazam neticu) radību tipiem pie kam atšķirība starp manu ?iztēles? momentu un bildi ir tāda ka bilde ir viegli pārspīlēta.

Fuck. negribu domāt un nedomāšu - jo nelielo paleokontakta fikciju kuru es sakompilēju tīri izklaidei, pašapziņai un fantāzijas spēlei par mākslīga kulta radīšanu utilitāriem mērķiem dažus gadus atpakaļ es fn tiešām nedomāju nopietni.

Chosen fn daughter of fn deity. fuck yea i'm going insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane.

varbūt par daudz kafijas bet diez vai.

Let's put it this way. Someone wants an unicorn. As their rightful goddess you actually have a a weak soul string, lusting after your subjects for millenia has melted your heart somewhat and you have gradually begun to go outside and beyond your duty as a System Lord. You trip on their love. And you give them one.

Of course you recompile a white pony with a copy-paste of a narwhal script and minor messing with longevity and leg hair variables. But you actually take it really seriously and attune its pheromone receptors to whatever lifestyle peculiarities your little sweetheart thinks makes him/her special and uniquely qualified to befriend unicorns. And you do sparkles. You look at your OWN code of host energy drain - and write a custom script that constantly drains the pony of a small amount of body electricity and produces a weak field of some sort. It's a small piece of your heart, and it does not get more literal. It's more like little pink lightning arcs than sparkles but you have things to do and business to attend - and understandably don't bother more.

A Goddess' minute (like 10 years or so) later. The natives are obv smarter than you thought. He/she figures it out about the force field and is now convinced you're not a goddess and you don't have magic. Which in their opinion justifies hate. Naturally you ARE immortal (not indestructible, but who is?) you ARE a goddess (trivially true, that's what you - and the entire Council - do for a living) and you HAVE the powers (Ok. They are technology. BUT THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT. THERE IS NO FUCKING MAGIC!). They stage a coup. You escape. The last thing you see on the video feeds - the barbarians have CRUCIFIED your pony and dance around it. Look at it whichever way you want - this simply defies reason.

You will move to another world, and of course live on. Another day, another place and you set up your shop again. But one question still kind of haunts you. WHY PONY?


(Fun little detail: finally i am able to mention SG1 again. The pilot episode traumatised me. Meaning i really really crushed on Jaye D/Ra and to the last minute hoped he will escape)

...has read this. She and 1 other sentient it

ka 'BEZ CENZŪRAS, BEZ....' nozīmē ka varu

http://www.snotr.com/video/1534/Ridiculous_licking_dog_toy_commercial

i suppose in the tags Chaos goes by W40K definition

mans jaunais wallpapers...tb arī viņas jaunais wp



un Tatooine notikumu ķēdes sakarā - es nezinu kā praktiskajā darbā par datu bāzes lietošanu var ievajadzēties vārdu 'konsorbcijs'. gan gramatiski gan jēdzieniski.

re fetish post. It's all great, only one thing really hurts. Because of that I can't get a kitten once i start working as i had planned. i'm not the sort of heartless cow who'd leave my cat in a shelter when switching countries.