somebody broke into my shop and stole all my power tools.

was stuck in a f*(@#!$ elevator today for over an hour

grump's test

upset that tim is in pain.

nothing will happen to the people that ignited thousands of tons of petrochemicals in this city.

mad at myself for almost getting swindled by a charlatan before a human friend reminded me what it is like to be genuine.

i LOVE it when i set my headphones on my computer tower & hit the reset button -- BOOM! black. argh

my mother-$%*@!$ wallet was stolen

not my grump: In "The Soul of a New Machine," there is an engineer who spends months debugging nanosecond-level glitches in their new CPU, snaps, and runs away after leaving a note: "I am going to a commune in Vermont and will deal with no unit of time shorter than a season."

you know who i'd really think about voting for? the candidate that doesn't litter the ground with a bunch of plastic and paper crap that'll be worthless in a month.

i'm the one who press that button. sweaty palms get caught bluffin -- fold a man into nothin, for <i>nothin</i>

would someone kindly inform NASA/JPL scientists of the material composition of the parking lot under our office? i am sure they would be interested in a material that, when wet, becomes utterly frictionless

devdb when! why is this a weekly occurrence