Today's Myspace Russian Bride Spam

Hello my friend
My name is Elena!!!
My box of e-mail: elenakashi@yandex.ru
Today I looked your profile and it very much was to like me
I very much would want to get acquainted with you. You to like me!
Me 27 years I search for the charming person as you! I from Russia!
I have blue eyes and hair of the dark, there Is a sense of humour!
At reception of your message I shall send you most amount of photos!
Also I shall tell about myself on much greater than now
I With the big impatience wait for your message!
Your new friend Elena!

Travis Wammack rules.

http://1000000milesaway.blogspot.com/2005/04/ris-uoy-tnow-niaga-ti-od-od-lotipac.html

I won't try to describe it. It's that Chuck Berry guitar style but really messed up, closer to Link Wray. The Cramps owe him big.

babeltron email of the day, part 2

From bugtraq of course:

THERE ARE SOME BUGS IN citat.pl SCRIPT THAT CAN SHOW SENSILBLES FILES IN A SYSTEM
OR EXECUTE COMMANDS IN THE TARGET HOST WICH CAN COMPROMISE IT.

IT IS ONLY FOR SECURITY AND EDUCATIONAL PURPOSE

Is no problem. Is impossible! Is nussink.

Disco! Large internal combustion engine! Sparkly boots! Football helmets! THE FRENCH!

http://www.vitalicokcowboy.com/

This week's anarchonihilist project

KILL EVERYONE WITH EXECUTIVE HAIR

reservoir cats

Mr. Pink is not here

cat update

Not so good. She's still at the vet. They're eyedropper feeding her. She might be able to come home in a day or two. The longer-term prognosis isn't known. It really doesn't sound very good though. One kidney down and now the other is blowing up.

We might have to inject her twice a week or so to hydrate her. Trying to figure out if we can handle that. Mom can't, maybe I can.

dream

My best friend was supposed to shoot a hated world political leader but was treacherously poisoned just as he was setting up the shot. I fled with his rifle, a camo green bolt action .270 magnum. The target's henchmen, dressed as policemen, pursued me across a suspension bridge. I was walking backwards on the cables, shooting down the fake cops one by one. I hoped that if I shot enough of them they'd give it up like the cops in THX 1138. I had another 20 rounds in my hoodie pocket and I hoped that would be enough.

pop culture defines us, please bomb us now

I wish this thing had bad music that I hated on it, so that I didn't have to feel like one of those people for liking it all.

The singing assembly

I attended Woodland Elementary School in Costa Mesa, California from 1970 to 1976. I'm sure I learned a lot of math, vocabulary, and other important skills, but my memories are mostly about food, other kids, and special events. The Sloppy Joes were terrible, the little wooden spoon often broke on the hard ice cream, and one time there was a really big fight and a kid had a seizure. That kind of thing.

On some kind of schedule, probably monthly, we were all marched to the auditorium to sing together. Each of us received a damp ditto'd set of song lyrics. The music teacher sat at her piano and played intros to each song, which we then belted out. Songs I remember are:

• It's a Grand Old Flag
  
• San Francisco
  
• Aura Lee
  
• This Land is Your Land
  
• America the Beautiful
  
• Marching to Pretoria
  
• The Battle Hymn of the Republic
  
• Bingo
  
• Oh Susanna
  
• Swanee River
  
• Michael Row the Boat Ashore
  

Of course we didn't sing the communist parts of This Land is Your Land. Pretoria has now been renamed Tshname because the current government in South Africa would prefer not to use all those old colonial names, thanks. I always wondered what the song meant, because they didn't teach us about the Boer War in elementary school. However, one thing remains true:

There was a man who had a dog
And Bingo was his name-o
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
B-I-N-G-O
And Bingo was his name-o!

October, 1967

1967, originally uploaded by conradh.

Two-year-old (almost three!) me is fighting the power at Mariners Cooperative Preschool. The college on my t-shirt is a year younger than I am.