Dear diary,

I gaze out into the starry night, and see, amidst the infinite blackness, meaning to my existence on Earth. Yes, the depths of the cosmos provide my life with a driving point, a reason to be ... nay, not only a reason to be, but a reason for being. A twinkle of a star, the wispy white streak of a passing comet, possibly even within ( Read more... )

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Dear diary,

I think I've finally figured out what kind of vanity plate I'd get. It'd be simple, and has variations to account for someone else stealing my genius idea. I think it's rather amusing in its own, geeky right.

The plate would read PUSH EAX. And it would need an accompanying license plate frame. That says ... ready for it? ... "Some ( Read more... )

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