I need a mu.nu account...so I can be invited to join a piece of shit that is not stable. Invited? Fuck you. If I were you mu.nu. people...I'd get a real (stable) host...or do it yourself.

Back up your shit, and move it. It's really easy to do.

I'm just sayin'...will someone please extend an Invitation to me...I want my stuff to be fucked-up just like yours...I also want to put 8 billion of you motherfuckers on my blogroll. I want to be part of the clan.

Don't get me wrong, one of my best friends is Australian, but he doesn't do mu.nu...and he is part of my clan...my beer drinking friend, at least, is his own host.

Get in the game.

I will PAY for the service, for one of you mudicks to host your site at the service of my choosing...for one year...you decide. I'm as serious as my doggie Stretch. I kid you not.

Then we'll do a real world comparision.

Everybody has passwords...probably several. I do. Actually, I've got more than I can "almost" remember.

Here's the deal:

Never use your dogs name, or your birthday, or a combination of birth dates, or anything stupid like that...or any word that is in any language in any dictionary. Never. Never. Never.

Create a phrase that has meaning to you and pick the first letter of each word, or take out all the vowels. Even better, don't use an actual word. Use at least 8 characters, and use upper and lower case letters, numbers, and symbols. Mix 'em up.

For example:

Il2s4sitS would translate to: I love to shop for sandals in the Spring.

Iwrk8hrsdy: I work 8 hours a day.

M$8ni3y0tmd@: My son Aiden is three years older than my daughter Alice.

The bottom line is that if someone gets your stuff...you might be fucked.

This has been a public service announcement from The Brier Patch.

Also, write 'em down and put 'em in a safe place...unless you have a memory like mine.

Do you believe I know someone who named their kid Aiden? WTF is going on with that?

I don't know...

...but I do know this guy is good.

...but I know Denny could smack this guy upside the head.

...how to configure a Linux firewall protecting a publicly-accessible (boundary, DMZ) network to detect worms' and attackers' scanning activity and react in real time to block and interfere with that scanning activity. A discussion of reporting tools and possible extensions is also included, with details for setting up an SMTP-only tarpit...

You need to skip on over here

My friend John D. Hardin needs his own blog.

Good Stuff!!!

I need some new skates...so, I'm heading down to my good friends crib, who live in Texas, to take care of my minor problem.

If Velociman doesn't show...I'll take care of him as well. Break Left.

Trust me on this...I might even take my dog.

I give you the real Monkeyboy...Velociman...he does have a way with the ladies.

Never, Ever, take a leak after cutting a Habanero.

We made one tonight. The dough / crust was absolutely perfect. The fresh Scotch Bonnets were, how do I say it...the hottest *^#$@!+_*^($@ damn things imaginable...If you don't hear from me tomorrow...I'm dead.

Eaten raw, these peppers are known to cause dizziness, numbness of hands and cheeks, among other things.

Does anyone know of anything hotter than a Scotch Bonnet?

Don't give me that Thai Pepper bullshit...that dog won't hunt.

Is there anything hotter? I do loves me an Endorphin Rush

I swear to the Maker.

My friend John Hardin who dreams in binary, responds to "Let's lay down our right to bear arms"

Ease on down below the fold...I put it there for your convenience.

Thanks John...

...but still true

Bwahahahahahahah!!!

A long time ago, I was driving on the wrong side of the road. I took out a bunch of trees. Wood was flying everywhere. Got caught, almost. I could have been in some pretty deep shit, so I paid for 'em...the local authorities man looked the other way if you know what I mean. Took the cash.

I drove by there the other day...the damn trees are still gone...never replanted.

I want my money back.

This guy and his buddies didn't get where they were by being stupid.

[O]f course, the people don't want war. Why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece. Naturally, the common people don't want war; neither in Russia nor in England nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship. . . . [V]oice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country.

--Hermann Goring

Does this remind you of anything?

Damn!!!

Why do you have three balls that separate posts?

Still testing...I've got some strange things going on.

The Fortune Cookie on my right sidebar is working fine. Every time you hit refresh, it changes...as it should.. The problem is, I lost my real deal file...so, this is some test shit behind it. If anyone wants to donate some (fortune cookies), I'll eat 'em. Actually, it would be interesting if I only did submitted ones.

Still testing!@#$%^&

Bedroom Security...or Protecting your bitch woman.

Still testing...

This is the second line...you should see the first...I kid you not...I'm talking some Bad Bad Juju.

3 lines...

Another test...my Boots post went to La la Land...

My backyard neighbor has recently adopted an "outside" cat. I have nothing against cats, but this one is driving Stretch absolutely crazy. Stretch can't get to it because of the fence, the damn cat knows this...and taunts him, and that really makes him ballistic. He, Stretch, is keeping the whole damn neighborhood awake with his continous barking. Stretch and I had a talk this morning. I told him my plan, and he agreed

Tonight, I'm gonna shoot that damn cat...jump the fence and recover its body..dispose of it...and be done with it. I checked it out last night...there is enough light to get a clean shot...that cat will be history.

I know nothing. Damn thing moved on as far as I'm concerned.

This is another test

***Update*** This is for my Bitch. We be downtown.

This is a TEST!!!

Are you Motherfuckers ready to slow dance?

I am.

***Update***

My profanity checker is not working, and I have no idea why

Sorry about that.

Bwahahahahahahah!!!!

It will take me a little to get everything tuned up...but I'll get it done. I love sleeping on some sharp shit...know what I mean?

You got a curfew note?