The erotic literature torrent MS is downloading to train its LLMs is still at 99.8%. They'll have their megacluster, dubbed Do You Masturbate - Flash of Unstyled Content, or DUM-FUC ready by the time the torrent finishes in six to eight weeks.

All of the claims filed with the utility by clients for losses will also be applied to the defendants. Should at least get it out of the 'measly' category.

They are trying to legitimize their "personhood at conception" trap, despite their scripture saying it's at first breath.

The first computer I ever used was an house brand mainframe housed at General Electric's Nuclear plant in San Jose, California, accessed via acoustic coupler and a TI Silent 700 terminal. It had rack after rack of core memory with forced air cooling from the raised floor.

My first personal computer was an IMSAI 8080 with 12k of ram. I toggled in the bootstrap then loaded BASIC from paper tape on an ASR 33 teletype. Not really missing those days.

Eraserhead has that effect on me. The only problem being that sleep induced by bad cinema does not result in good sleep.

If we are trying to crib from nature, perhaps a Fibonacci based tax schedule?

The Peter Principle writ large.

I filed against my former landlord for keeping my deposit without a walk through, violating both the lease and local rental law. I was awarded the value of the deposit, plus 200% by the judge. Since this scofflaw has decided to ignore the court's judgement, I have to serve him again before I can get any discovery of his bank accounts or place a lien on his property. He's had a fence built so process servers can't get to his front door without trespassing. Next step, the servers want to charge me $125/hour to stake out his place. He's now moved out and appears to be living with relatives, so I can't track him down. The burden on the victor can be too high for justice to actually be served.

That would be when he was riding bitch behind Jesus on that dinosaur.

Apparently those of us viewing it at my house have souls made of sterner stuff. Maybe it just seems enjoyable compared to Seth McFarlane's triple parade of misogyny, but I get more laughs per 22 minutes out of the Simpsons current season than most of what's on television.

Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile, While you've a Lucifer to light your fag, Smile, boys, that's the style. What's the use of worrying? It never was worth while, so Pack up your Galts in your old kit-bag, And smile, smile, smile.

Tarantino has a real talent for plagiarizing, sorry, homaging other peoples' work from the seventies, so I'm sure that it would be full of win.

Between that, discounts on Atlantic and Elektra vinyl, and the corporate game room, I wouldn't have quit back in '82.