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Volume 0: Slices of the Past

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I’ll Form the Head!

Wednesday, February 1st, 2006

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At the office, a ‘task force’ has been created to tackle one of our more ambitious goals. I have been chosen to represent the ‘ones and zeros’ aspect of the group and, ostensibly, to provide rapt attention to aspects of the group’s function which others within the group may miss as an effect of being [...]

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Pretty Boy Front Man

Monday, November 28th, 2005

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It has been a long standing rule for me to mention very little on this site pertaining to films I see and my thoughts of them. This is because I have a site entirely dedicated to films and my thoughts on them I am working on and don’t want to sell my chickens before they’re [...]

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A Bit of Twisted

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

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I work too much. By that I don’t mean to say that I work 60hrs a week and have to come in one weekend a month; by that I mean that I come in at 6-7am, leave at 6-7pm and work a good portion of every weekend. I’ve had 2 days off in 3 years [...]

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Instance Existance

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005

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I received an email yesterday from a former associate of mine from my high-school years. Note that I call them my high-school years and not ‘those years between 1993 and 1997′. This distinction is important as it leads in to my next point.
Her email consisted mostly of “OMG, you totally still exist?!?!?!?” and “I can’t [...]

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Infected

Monday, November 21st, 2005

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The Halloween party went well. Nothing exploded, no children died and, honestly, nothing really that exciting happened. Kids came in, screamed like candy-stuffed fire engine sirens, grabbed more candy, drank/spilled the punch and left. All and all, kind of a let down, really. I’d have preferred something outlandish, no matter the alignment, to have happened. [...]

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Demons to Some

Wednesday, October 26th, 2005

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TNL moved from an adequate office space in Livonia to an absolutly giant house in Brighton. The move took 2 days, after hours, and we are all beat to hell right now. Scott, our Sr. Systems Engineer and my best friend, pushed a 27hr day last Friday to get us moved whilst I pushed a [...]

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Grim Devastation

Thursday, September 22nd, 2005

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It was the October of 1990. My 11yr old imagination was whet once again by Basil Poledouris and his Russian contingent just like it was a few years back with Murphy and the Barbarian. As Halloween approached it occurred to me that my costume was of utmost, if not life threatening, importance. I was 11. [...]

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Finger Blisters

Wednesday, September 14th, 2005

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1:00am rolls by with little regard to the fact that its eagerness to proceed with the chronological status quo directly contradicts my eagerness to not at all be awake right now. As it stands, however, the gauntlet has been thrown and the project must launch, personal preference be damned.
I was once merely a developer. A [...]

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The 26th Parallel

Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005

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I turn 26 today. Sociologists say I am just about the right age to move out of my parents’ house and get a job. I say sociologists need to get out more. I am 5 years into a fruitful career already and haven’t lived with my parents for quite a bit.
So what comes with [...]

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Don Thacker Answers Your Questions

Monday, June 20th, 2005

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The below are questions posed to me in email. I apologize for not getting to them for (in some cases) months. It’s been a bit hectic as of late.
Q: Where have you been? Why haven’t you updated your website in [x] [days/months/years]?
A: I’ve been right here. In the geographical sense I haven’t left the state [...]

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With Paramecium Alone

Sunday, March 13th, 2005

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As have we all, I have made mistakes in my youth the logical inclinations behind which seem unfathomable in these my few adult years.
There was that time I tried to show off to a couple of girls by taking my terribly over-expensive street bike over a ‘sweet jump’ and spent the next 20 yards of [...]

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A Royal Fizzbin

Monday, January 10th, 2005

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Though I’ve always considered myself a total geek, I have always been proud of the fact that I’ve never specialized in my geekery. I can tell you the basic rules of a few collectible card games, but you’ll likely kick my ass with your newfangled tournament deck and all of its starkly foil cards. I [...]

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Fairy Freckles

Wednesday, January 5th, 2005

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I get to go see the stomach doctor tomorrow morning. Most people hate going to the doctor. I look on this visit in much the same light, I imagine, as a man of the cloth meeting a lesser deity of his chosen religion only my savior’s name is Renee and she’s a real bitch.
Renee loves [...]

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The Year of Misfit Memory

Tuesday, January 4th, 2005

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2005 is upon us. Lo, who would have dreamed we would be here and not flying around in hover-cars? Last I heard, in 2005 the Predator was in town with a few days to kill and Khan had just started his journey into deep deep deep space – sleeping. Oh to be Khan. I could [...]

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WSAD

Tuesday, August 24th, 2004

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We are about 3 days from a complete technology move. Holy shit has this been a struggle. By the end of next week everything should be all wrapped up and tidy. The entire client base will be humming on my new engine/database and the importers will be handing out data like they were condoms at [...]

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Thereminvoxulation

Friday, August 20th, 2004

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So much for that 3 day weekend. The technology shift at work required, still requires in fact, each and every one of my spare minutes. There are those who would say, and a younger more ideological me would agree, that the opportunity to spend a day in self revilation never be considered ’spare time’. I [...]

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Limits

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

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My UE has a limit of a few hundred thousand text lines. At least it has a perceived limit, as that is about when the CPU decides it’s seen better days and tells you so by setting it’s squeaker to ‘beep’.
I have a limit of about 44 consecutive work hours before I pass the hell [...]

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BBQ & Who Are You?

Sunday, August 8th, 2004

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I dropped in on Langel’s BBQ bash a number of hours back. The experience is one I could only justify myself describing as profoundly odd and uncomfortable in the most interesting fashion.
To say that I didn’t fit in would be an understatement of monumental proportion. The gentleman to my two-o-clock described an encounter with [...]

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TMI? STFU!!!!11!1!eleven

Friday, August 6th, 2004

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In honor of Rick James’ passing, I would like to discuss with you my unbelievable disdain regarding your flitty grammatical catch-phrases, needlessly complicated abbreviations, unnerving verbal stops and the brethren of such lingual aberrations.
Remember as you read this that I am writing directly to you. Take as much offense as possible, because it is no [...]

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CTRL + ALT + Go Fuck Yourself

Sunday, July 11th, 2004

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I spent Friday evening on a low-level. Serious fun. I suggest everyone spend at least one night off firing a metaphorical round into the equally metaphorical brainpan of his blistered and haggard OS only to replace it with a copy that will surely be as pathetic and atrophied in nigh more than 4 months.
I tell [...]

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52 Weeks of DICK

Thursday, July 8th, 2004

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I have been on a quest since January to purchase and read Philip K. Dick’s entire body of published work. All told, there looks to be 52 publications that will cover most of this work: 44 novels and 8 collections of short stories.
I read quite a bit. Not like ’stodgy boring has no life’ reads [...]

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The Solution

Thursday, June 3rd, 2004

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One time when I was 7ish my mother brought home this video. I think I was sick and home from school or something and she wanted to give me something to do other than watch daytime TV and puke in the popcorn bowl. For this I was very appreciative. Moms care. Moms know what is [...]

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The AAIEMCC

Saturday, May 29th, 2004

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Last night absolutely rocked. It was a real honor to be floating about uncomfortably next to so many people with so much talent.
How’d I do? People danced to my music. Let’s get that out straight off. That was hardcore. People also remembered my name and complemented me after the gig. That to would be determined [...]

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Where the Smart People are at?

Thursday, May 20th, 2004

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Incompetence is the Black Plague of the new millennium. It ebbs from those infected and rends the very soul of those it touches in two. It is quickly becoming a force of critical mass. Its returns will need to diminish, though. By the very nature of the thing its half-life is nigh.
Its reliance on hosts [...]

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#18

Monday, May 17th, 2004

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I was number 18 to turn my piece in. I was also number 19 to get the disc with the samples. There is some strange order that some mathmatician somewhere has discovered that would explain this, I’m certain, but its greater meaning is completely lost on me.
Submitted for your approval: Tanaka-no Tomodachi ROBO desu
It [...]

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The Panic Comes

Thursday, May 13th, 2004

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I just finished reinstalling buzz. It has been 6 months since I have written anything but glitch and I am starting to seriously reconsider the aaiemcc.
I can honestly say I have no clue how I am going to approach this. This isn’t something I look at with a will to conquer, it is seriously something [...]

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Burnside Was a Pussy

Monday, June 23rd, 2003

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I‘m 24 now. Two dozen and one day. I am absolutely positive that this is supposed to mean something. At this age, my stepfather was coming home from a war in which he spent most of his time being shot at by people whose language he didn’t speak; My mother was just about to start [...]

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Slow & Steady

Saturday, June 7th, 2003

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I have been spending what can only be described as an ‘unnatural’ amount of time at work for the last few months. It seems like every hour I put in at the office somehow begs another until finally I am either exhausted or asleep.
I have a pair of orange fuzzy pillows and a course green [...]

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I Will Kick Your Ass

Sunday, January 19th, 2003

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I‘ve been a smidgen sick as of late. I cruised on over to the medicine man’s office on one of my ill-gotten days off last week to find that not only had my doctor been replaced (temporarily, apparently) with a nurse/practitioner, but that she was as hot, as they say, as a baker’s oven. I [...]

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Dream Myself Alive

Thursday, December 20th, 2001

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Today feels odd. Not in a bad way at all, mind you – but odd all the same. I’ve got this sort of dreamy haze I’m toting; sort of like if you should imagine the word “yes” as a feeling and curl up into it.
I feel less an Internet professional, and more a tasty treat [...]

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Leggy

Tuesday, December 18th, 2001

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We ate. Holy shit, we ate. I took a trip to ponti-crack this delightful evening to celebrate my 7th day of feeling like total ass. The flu/throat deal is laying it to me hard and I’ve almost given up. I doubt I’d have made it this far were it not for tonight’s feast.
Our voyage took [...]

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The Rowing of the Ducks

Monday, November 19th, 2001

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I wish I could explain how absolutely awesome things are just now. Granted, there are a few things that could be a bit better, but in the all too mortal words of a one Mr. Bubba SparXXX, “…but thay much improved.”
Yeah… ’cause I’m so country.
I just picked up my new license plates. They rock the [...]

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They Love to See Me Smile

Wednesday, October 10th, 2001

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I am eating Mcdonald’s right now. Odd. I don’t usually, you see. Lately, though, I have found it a rather satisfying alternative to caring what I eat, or if I eat, for that matter.
It turns out that I have been far to involved in coding today to worry at all about sustainance, and this’ll do [...]

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Chit of a Bange

Sunday, October 7th, 2001

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So, a lot has happened since my last post, kids and kittens.
I spent Wednesday night rewriting my resume. It went from this huge font laden amalgam with what can only be described as an “inspired” layout to a plain text ASCII standard notepad kickout. I sent it to 1 (one) place and was called Thursday [...]

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Brother, My Cup is Empty

Friday, October 5th, 2001

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I went to see Brother tonight. It is a rare film achieves so much in story, execution and cinematography. The film has the most methodical pacing I have seen in a picture with a driving story, intricate characters and Takeshi Kitano’s trademark attention to detail.
Beat Tekashi not only directs like a god, but stars in [...]

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Two Taps

Thursday, October 4th, 2001

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Alright – it is time for me to put myself down. I am obsolete. It is time to slip 900CCs of phenobarbital into the quick of my veins and let loose the dogs of war. This body is useless.
I have tried somewhere around 45 different internet companies in this detestable little state and each and [...]

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Busy Little Bee

Wednesday, October 3rd, 2001

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I have a lot to do for little return. That always sucks. I am almost done with that store project, but it has become total hell and the payout is far less than the work put in. But hey, hopefully it will further my career and all of that.
I have an interview w/ a web [...]

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The Shiv

Monday, September 24th, 2001

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I am shaking. I am shaking like a little machine built to do so for warmth. It is interesting to slip outside of yourself and see that you are sporting a neat little spasm system built specifically to work your muscles into a heat and warm your body.
This could be such the exercise routine. Just [...]

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Cry Wolf (Time to Worry)

Sunday, September 9th, 2001

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A friend and I hung for a bit of a bit this hot and humid night, my loyal loyal readership. We et at one of those places where the girls are hot and the grills are hotter and they make your food to order – one of those places where you can get Jones’ soda [...]

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