The Fryhole

The smell on the wind, the hint of aroma that just tingles, breath it in, death is on the wind!

I bought my freedom from death, six quarters, and death left me, left me alone, alive, but why? You don’t escape death, no, she chases you, and you can’t run. Your legs go weak from sympathy, your will to flee, replaced with compassion. As she aproches death fills your nostrils, Your time is now, and you forgot to make peace. but she offers you a way out… and you have to take it, mortals fear, FEAR DEATH, she smells.

I was stone cold fearless, I stopped, who wouldn’t, its death, you got to see what the appeal is. You can’t look away. I squared my shoulders, and stood proud, and ready. But given the choice of ferry man vs death, I payed a toll and live.

So, if you sit on Freenode long enough, you might get some… odd… things that happen to you, apparently. Like this conversation, for example.

17:41 [jjj_] hello! do you run any servers?
i’m looking for someone to host some cool new web 2.0 apps…
17:41 [Eraos] Yes, I do, and no, you can’t.  Sorry.
Look into cheap VHOSTing for yourself, I would suggest.
17:43 [jjj_] no i can’t what?
17:43 [jjj_] thanks though
17:44 [Eraos] No, you can’t host the cool new web 2.0 apps
on the servers that I run.
17:44 [Eraos] No problem at all.  Good luck.
17:44 [Eraos] Strictly out of academic curiosity, what would
these cool new web 2.0 apps consist of?

Unfortunately, jjj_ went completely quiet after my query. I guess I’ll never know what ‘cool new web 2.0 apps’ I won’t be hosting… which is actually too bad, because now I’m slightly curious.

Where else could this post possibly fit, except for A Room with a Moose?

Mac: Hello I’m a Mac,

GMEW: And I’m a giant man eating wombat.

Mac: Um, your supposed to be a PC, we are supposed to highlight the differences between a PC and a Mac, showing off the Mac’s strengths.

GMEW: I eat humans for strength.

Mac: Um no giant wombat thing, we are here too show off the features that make the Mac user experience so unique and full filling.

GMEW: I experience a feeling of being full when I eat humans.

Mac: This, um, this is a commercial, we are advertising the Macintosh computer.

GMEW: Oh, uh, well, I like to eat people, even as they are working on their computer…

Mac: OK, well, uh, the Macintosh Computer… it won’t eat you…

GMEW: But I will!

Happy New Year, and welcome to 2007.

In this new year, don’t be beholden to the old ways of spreading files around. No longer is it necessary to deal with those archaic torrent files! Be a part of the future, and sign up for usenet.

/sarcasm

This was predicted a long time ago by someone I know — I wasn’t sure if he was right, but a company using “usenet” and “Next Generation Downloading” on their front page in late 2006/early 2007 has just proven me wrong… and it’s crazy enough to make me tag this A Room with a Moose.

Andrew, I owe you a drink.

To be a god, or not to be a god, that is but the moment when all man settles down and cries like the little girls that they are.  but what a mome3nt of time of doom, to the soothing sounds of the beat and love thy death cows, to the deep of the morticians hand as they rip the eyes form my dead body, perchance to dream, perchance to see, see me now, tears tears that flow from the emtpy sockets of my soul.

You who are the chosen few the might the proud the fonzy. Air mattresses make it hard to type. I think I have the hang of it now thought. The password it not fufk

Tonight in the light of the darkest moemtn in ttime, which was ten years ago, resurgace and I knew it had. this airmatres sucks. its so movie

I will trhow my glasses I hope they are sage. Did wait, secong…. now to blog with that puicguer in time… lol you suck mc death

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oh dark abyss that is the oly end of my heart, whey for though are tno love till the death of my heart>?

my boyshake brings all the girls to the yard

2:21 am? slee[ suclasS!

Since the dawn of time man has yearned to destroy the sun, now its the suns turn. Using modern hydrogen burning techniques, and its vast array of gravity, how much time does modern man have? Can we build an anti sun defense in time? The answer is no, but the question is why?

Time man, and the world, we don’t have it. Mans place is to live by the whims of the sun. While we reach for the stars, they push us down. Man is not ready to escape the parenthood of the sun. We have not matured enough to leave the warm sunny cradle it provides. It is our nature to be independent, to push away and be on our own. With time we would have been able to. But time is not on our side. The sun prepares its attack, and we are still in diapers.

On Nov 8, 2006, we saw the beginning stages. What appeared to be simple solar flares were actually mighty fireballs, flung into the earths orbit, and calculated to strike at precise times in earths orbit. The impact with these fireballs, and the proximity of the sun, will create an apocalyptic hell, that none shall escape from.

All life as we seem to think we know it, will be removed from the earth. Like a later person removes the skin from their soup. This will pave the way for the dominant, and most intelligent form of life, (as the sun knows it) to populate the world. Unhindered by lowly organics.

The rocks will rule, evolve and mutate, and become the offspring of the sun. creating new stars, and new starts to the cycle the sun calls life, and what we called life.

Our only hope is to fling our bodies upon the jagged edges of our attackers, hoping that a small part of them gets lodged in our brain, so that we may become part of the cosmic life. Man is doomed, DOOMED!

Was there something going on last year, that you would have really liked to have been?
Its just butter, bread and some brown sugar, baked at the speed of light.
Maybe you want to meet Marie Antoinette, I hear her execution is something to be seen.
Let it cool on a windowsill of paradox, and get the gravitational pull right.

Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
each bite takes you to a new point in time

Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
Take a bite

Bite it-
Bite it-
Bite it-
Mmmm bite it.
Bite it-
Bite it-
Bite it-

The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of ti-
me
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time

Was there something going on last year, that you would have really liked to have been?
Its just butter, bread and some brown sugar, baked at the speed of light.
Be there with Annika Frawley, and Saint Hubert, drink liquid cheese from a stein.
Let it cool on a windowsill of paradox, and get the gravitational pull right.

Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
each bite takes you to a new point in time

Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
Take a bite out of the cinnamon bun of time
Take a bite

Bite it-
Bite it-
Bite it-
Mmmm bite it.
Bite it-
Bite it-
Bite it-

The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of ti-
me
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time

Nibble a bit.
Nibble a bit.
Nibble a bit.
Nibble a bit.

Take a bite.
Take a bite.
Take a bite.
Take a bite.

Jump threw time.
Zoom threw time.
Blast threw time.

The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of ti-
me
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time
The cinnamon bun of time

Na na na na na na na na na na na.
Na na na na na na na na na na na.
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Na na na na na na na na na na na.

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Mac,

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Hustle and Bustle
Since maybe like the Middle Ages, there have been many differing opinions about

hustle and bustle. This cannot be denied. It is my intention to sit down and play video

games for several hours.

First, moving around quickly, and with purpose, is a true sign of character.

Secondarily, bustle(e.g. hustle) yields more product for the working types. “Hustle and

bustle are like my right and left arms,” said Li’l Spicy in his famous “Hustle and Bustle

Are Like My Right and Left Arms” speech. Webster’s defines bustle as “excited and

often noisy activity; a stir.”  A stir, indeed. Finally, sometimes gross stuff can be funny