The newest thing I heard, its not good...

"Computer love, computer love,
Another lonely night, another lonely night,
Stare at the tv screens, stare at the tv screens,
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do,
I need a rendezvous."

Emil Schult

Lol, reminds me of a a hardware that tried to sell me washers at 20 cents each, and I said, "no thanks, I will drill holes in some 10 cent pieces and use them instead"

I never bought a congressman in my life! I rent 'em. It's cheaper!

The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.

I was always busy doing something close to nothing, different than the time before.

Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermo-dynamic miracle.

This gubblick contains many nonsklarkish English flutzpahs, but the overall pluggandisp can be glorked from context.

I am the thought you are thinking.
I am the meaning of this sentence.
I am thinking about myself right now.
I am the set of neural firings taking place in your brain as you read the set of letters in this sentence and think about me.

Real sharpness comes without effort.
No growth without assistance.
No action without reaction.
No desire without restraint.
Now give yourself up and find yourself again.

You're gonna have to answer to the Coca-Cola company.

Here we are in the second half of the 20th centry. THE 20th CENTURY! And Mississippi has yet to hear a word of it. Amazing. AMAZING! I have come this far in life, and as yet I have seen no television. Ridden in no convertible car. Nothing fortifying has crossed my lips but a pepsi-cola. Nothing ventursome has crossed my mind beyond two back issues of Torrid Romance. My entire life is dictated by the 1925 Sears-Roebuck catalouge. Pages 267-295. We've got plumbing that the cavemen gave up on 22 million years ago! And an outhouse that further utilizes the Sears-Roebuck catalouge. Issues 1895-1927

well at least he gets 24 hours notice. That's more than most of us get. all most of us get is "mind that bus", "what bus?", splat.

If you kill him, he'd stop talking.

Life. Don't talk to me about Life.

As Gabriel placed his new dueling gear in his saddlebags, he looked up at the coiled, snarling serpent placed over the doorway.

"Why do your people put these creatures over their doors?"

"That?" Brutus looked over his shoulder at the sinister figure. "It's a ward against demons, Highness."

"Does it work?" Gabriel asked, as Welcome Rain chortled in his head.

Brutus grinned with his broken teeth. "It must, I haven't seen a demon yet."

You'd be surprised, Gabriel thought.

Chords thundered in his head as he rode home. His opera was taking shape.

It was a distress signal, they only lead to trouble so I always ignore them.

Curtailment of freedom is a powerful social tool and must be deployed as such, with wisdom and restraint. It is therefore vital to distinguish between the genuine and quite complex parameters of what is socially necessary, and the simplistic and emotive demands of a growing popular hysteria. Failure to make this distinction is likely to have unattractive consequences.

Shoot them. Shoot them both.

Calandria sorted herself out of the tangle of lead triangles and glass flinders on which she had landed. She had never read of, seen, or VR'd someone jumping through a leaded glass window before; it had turned out to be a lot more difficult than she expected.

They've gone straight to plaid!

Met with Blake this evening for the first time. He stood in the shadows to prevent me from getting a clear look at his face. What a vile disease this is. He is a rich man with a cursed condition, but this does not prevent him from trying to better his situation and that of his comrades at the colony.
Blake's proposition is simple, He wants to move off Tanzier Island and re-locate the entire colony just north of here. He has purchased a clipper ship called the Elizabeth Dane with part of his fortune and asks only for permission to settle here. I must balance my feelings of mercy and compassion for this poor man, with my revulsion at the thought of a leper colony only a mile distant.

The six of us met tonight. From midnight until one o'clock, we planned the death of Blake and his comrades. I tell myself that Blake's gold will allow the church to be built, and our small settlement to become a township, but it does not soothe the horror that I feel being an accomplice to murder.

The deed is done. Blake followed our false fire on shore and the ship broke apart on the rocks off Spivey Point. We were aided by an unearthly fog that rolled in, as if Heaven sent, although God had no part in our actions tonight. Blake's gold will be recovered tomorrow, but may the Lord forgive us for what we've done. I couldn't read any further.
Sandy Fadel: You're grandfather had a way with words.
Father Malone: The celebration tonight is a travesty. You're honoring murderers.

Maybe he just wanted to steal our wire cutters. You ever think of that?

The only thing more frightening than a programmer with a screwdriver or a hardware engineer with a program is a user with a pair of wire cutters and the root password.

uh uh uh, you forgot to say the magic word!

Hush my darling, be still my darling, the lion's on the phone.