April 29, 2004
Where is the what if the what is in why
If you receive an e-mail with a subject of "Badtimes", delete it immediately
WITHOUT reading it. This is the most dangerous e-mail virus yet.
It will re-write your hard drive. Not only that, but it will scramble any
disks that are even close to your computer. It will recalibrate your
refrigerator's coolness setting so all your ice cream melts. It will
demagnetize the strips on all your credit cards, screw up the tracking on
your VCR and use subspace field harmonics to render any CDs you try to play
unreadable.
It will give your ex-boy/girlfriend your new phone number. It will mix
antifreeze into your fishtank. It will drink all your beer and leave its
socks out on the coffee table when there's company coming over. It will put
a dead kitten in the back pocket of your good suit and hide your car keys
when you are late for work.
Badtimes will make you fall in love with a penguin. It will give you
nightmares about circus midgets. It will pour sugar in your gas tank and
shave off both your eyebrows while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind
your back and billing the dinner and hotel room to your Visa card.
It will seduce your grandmother. It does not matter if she is dead, such is
the power of Badtimes, it reaches out beyond the grave to sully those things
we hold most dear.
It moves your car randomly around parking lots so you can't find it. It will
kick your dog. It will leave libidinous messages on your boss's voice mail
in your voice!
It is insidious and subtle. It is dangerous and terrifying to behold. It is
also a rather interesting shade of mauve.
Badtimes will give you Dutch Elm disease. It will leave the toilet seat up.
It will make a batch of methamphetamine in your bathtub and then leave bacon
cooking on the stove while it goes out to chase high school kids with your
new snowblower. These are just a few of the signs. Be very, very careful.
April 21, 2004
Calm
...и каждый занят своим делом...каждый вибирает свою дорогу.Скучно?Нет.Просто спокойно.А может классика.
April 18, 2004
Hooked
...и что теперь?Да так...ничего...мысль вслух
April 13, 2004
April 08, 2004
None. Can. Dim. My. Light.
Just one look from your eyes makes me weak :)
April 05, 2004
...the day...
What's left to say with all that's come and gone
Words get in the way and anyway the devils got your tongue
And a storm brews inside and there's nowhere to hide
It's gonna blow your cover sky high
If you let this thing go, it's gonna burn, it's gonna burn
You're gonna take the whole world with you when you go
So here you are, deamons screaming in your head
You try to shut them out but they just get louder instead
And nothing you do can seem to break through
This darkness smothering you
When it takes hold, your heart turns cold
The very soul seeps out of you
When the storm, the storm takes over
Can you hold this thing
Can you hold this thing
'Til the clouds clear
