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Tuesday, December 7, 2004

12:20AM - You guys had snow?! Whoops

more florida here

Current mood: blah

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Wednesday, September 29, 2004


Can you say "trapped"?
I can.

Current mood: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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Monday, July 5, 2004


Under the operation of that policy, that agitation has not only, not ceased, but has constantly augmented. In my opinion, it will not cease, until a crisis shall have been reached, and passed. A house divided against itself cannot stand.

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Thursday, June 24, 2004


I am trying to help my friend with an iTrip. We install the software, then update the iPod, but the itrip playlist does not appear on the iPod. whats going on? do i have to enable the iPod to store information or what?

~Tobias B-s

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Sunday, June 13, 2004


from theferrett

(NOTE: Apparently, some fuckwit's been posting an LJ script hack. If you see this in someone's journal, they didn't put it there, and you will be vulnerable if you click it. If you have clicked it, change your password and log in and log out again.)

(EDIT: Some claim you don't have to change your password, and that this is "trivial." I don't have time to analyze the script this morning, but you know what I really wanted? Spreading LJ viruses and the worry about clicking on the wrong links. Now people can link to even more damaging places!)

Fucking crackers. I hope they all goddamned die. Incidentally, if any counter-crackers have some mailbombing they'd like to aim at, say, sneak@datavibe.net - which is the mailbox of the user who hosts this page (who lists "hacks" as one of his interests), or perhaps take down the site entirely, well, it would be a shame, right? Because you know, he's tracking the hits and I'm sure he'll list this on his resume to show he has "been able to exploit existing security flaws."

as in, don't touch the sausage, baby


This thing is harmless by itself, but it demonstrates a serious security breach in LiveJournal. Basically, if you're logged in and just click a certain link, a script can perform any actions on your livejournal using your computer. it supposedly can not steal your password, as it doesn't make use of the password. but it can change your settings and post messages.

An example of using the breach is here (it explains what it does in english. the link does nothing, it leads to the demonstration link that automatically posts a message in your journal and adds two users to your friendlist):
you can delete those two users from your friendlist automatically using the following link:

The moral of the story is, once again, do not click links if you don't know what they do. there's plenty of simple webpages or forum posts that can make your computer open many pop-ups some of which may include trojans, pop-ups and other attempts to break through your computer's security.

this information is taken from this russian-language post:

Current mood: confused

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Sunday, June 6, 2004


I just saw the Nick Berg death video.

the video is not for the faint of heart, mind you all

Current mood: sad

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Monday, May 31, 2004

8:32PM - Sure, I should be doing my homework, but this is more fun!

Type your username with your:

nose: endlesstravels

elbow: endlessstravels

tongue: endlesstravels

chin: eeendlkessssssstravels

feet: endlesstravbels

eyes closed and one finger: endkesstravels

back of my hand: ejhndlesstravelsw

palm: ernjdxl,essttrfav el,s

mouse: endlesstrave4ls

wrist: eswbn xdskmsedrzszstrfdrta vewk,zs

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Wednesday, May 26, 2004


The rain is yummy.
I battle Roboff in BF1942 tonight, I kicked his ass in Gazala(2-1), but we did not finish our game in Midway, because some other people joined, so we switched teams and went to battle with them.
I was able to vent a lot of my anger, expecially in the bridge chases, where we would have to follow eachother under low bridges and around sharp turns in aircraft. weeeeeeeeeeeee

Current mood: angry

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004


Your Years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Family Line
Dated Cho Chang
You are well known for Being the youngest Seeker after Harry Potter. Go you!!
Percentage of student body you shagged - 17%
How do the staff and students feel about you Can i have you autograph?
This QuickKwiz by lady_ameily - Taken 29466 Times.

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Tuesday, April 20, 2004


God damn I hate this fucking car. I fix one thing, something else goes wrong.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2004



Current mood: happy

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Tuesday, March 9, 2004


sniper's nightmare

Def: A very, very thin person.

Example: "Look at that Paris Hilton! She's a sniper's nightmare

warthog of justice

Def: The combination of two players (one driver, one manning the machine gun) driving the Warthog (Jeep-like vehicle) while playing multiplayer HALO for the XBOX.

Example: It's time for the Warthog of Justice to kick some ass!

Current mood: amused

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Monday, March 8, 2004

11:31PM - Today, I realized, is gonna be a long week

"To call the situation a disgrace was to describe gang rape as a mild social deviation"

"HMS Battleaxe was already out there, three miles ahead, a subtly different shade on her hull, and the white Ensign fluttering at her mast. A signal light started blinking at them
WHAT THE DEVIL IS A REUBEN JAMES, Battleaxe wanted to know.
"How do you want to answer that, sir?" a signalman asked.
Morris laughed, the ominous spell broken. "Signal, 'At least we don't name warships for our mother-in-law.'"
"All right!" The petty officer loved it.

Yummy book.
If anyone is into war books, I suggest Red Storm Rising.

Current mood: tired

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Sunday, March 7, 2004


I dunno if you are reading this, but my parents have just commandered the van, so im gonna ask roboff for a ride for both of us in the morning. adios

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Thursday, February 26, 2004


I can't wait for the Sims 2


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Saturday, February 21, 2004



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Sunday, December 28, 2003

12:14PM - suckas

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Thursday, December 25, 2003


Checkitout! It was Christmas, when all through the street
not a creature was stirring, not even the Cheat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. King of Town soon would be there.

Coach Z:
The Strong Boys were nestled all snug in toboggans,
while visions of jorgyfrorts danced in their noggins.
And Marz in her 'kerchief, Homestar in his corp,
had just settled their brains for a long winter's norp.

[NOTE FROM STRONG BAD: What brains?]

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I jumped with a crack,
and the sight that I saw was so wiggedy-wack.

Strong Bad:
The crap on the crap of the new-fallen snow
gave the lustre of crap to objects below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a freakin' small sleigh and eight stupid reindeer.

I heard munching on butter and sweet sleigh bells' ring,
I knew in a moment it must be the King.
More rapid than eagles, his courses they came,
and he hooted and shouted and called them by name.

King Of Town:
"Now Bread! Now Salad!
Now, Soup and Shrimp!
On, Pasta! On Pork Chops!
Two desserts, I'm no wimp!
To the top of my stomach!
Must I say that twice?
I'm coming to eat you!
Some ham would be nice!"

Strong Sad:
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
(Oh nobody loves me, I should just go and die!)
so up to the house-top the reindeer they flew,
being chased by our dear hungry King of Town too.

The Ugly One:
And then, in a twinkling, I heard little shimmies,
and down fell sweet ice cream, and look, I GOT JIMMIES!
The King took my spring rolls, all tender and ripe.

So and So:
Was he wiggedy-wack? No, just regular type.

He was covered in food, from his head to his thumbs,
and his clothes were all tarnished with bacon and crumbs.
He was totally fat, and his mouth was all stuffity
with marshmallows tempting and Fluffity Puffity.

What's Her Face:
His poor silent friend had a smell so uncanny,
that clung to my presents, now I smell like granny!
His droll little mouth was coated in butter,
Oh! Let's see what Homsar is going to mutter!

Jesus said I'm at the head of the class,
the coffee cup races! My cat's out of gas.
My money's on jingle, my life kangaroo
my lifestyle is broken, oh Christmas pshoooooo.

Strong Bad:
He was totally fat, steady not on his feet,
I mean, a-seriously dude, what does the man eat?
He brought me some ladies, so he is all right,
I won't get to answer my emails tonight!

Strong Sad:
He went to his work, with sleigh bells a-sounding
and OW! Strong Mad's giving me my Christmas pounding!
The poopsmith has taken vows of holy silence…

No, I haven't! It's Christmas! Now stop with the violence!

Arrowed Guy:
He SPRANGED! to his sleigh, his team was all harrowed,
but sped up when he threatened that they'd all be ARROWED!

Everyone except King, Pom Pom, Strong Mad and The Cheat:
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he were no longer seen,
"Happy Christmas to all, and a great Decemberween!"

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2:34AM - You know the drill...

Current mood: frustrated

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Monday, December 22, 2003


'Twas the night before ChristmasCollapse )

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