"Random unknown quote" -Something you've never heard of
At first glance, http://www.aleks.com/ seems like a pretty cool site that I didn't mind sharing my name with. I mean, "A Better State of Knowledge"? That is definitely something I want people to associate with myself, until I scrolled to the bottom and noticed that they copyrighted my name. They copyrighted "Aleks" verbatim. Not cool at all.
Yesterday I explained to Jose the differences between a Black and White hat hacker, and the inherent virtues of both. I also told my dad that my car will only run on 92 Octane Free BSD, and hilarity ensued.
In shopping related news, as I was wandering through my grocer's refrigerator aisle, I noticed that the labels of "Vitamin Water" or something of the homeopathic ilk, actually had inside jokes printed on them. It made references to people who work for the company, Glaceau, a name that sounds inherently French, yet I'm sure they're based in Compton and it's all just a ploy to get hipsters to buy stuff in plastic containers. You know, like when heroin first came out. Inside jokes are lame. The way I see it, if you can't tell a joke in front of your fourth grade class, then you probably should never utter it. (I hope all my fourth grade classmates got that. Remember when Mr. Lavenstein made me do that?! LOL!!! OMG!!!!! ROFL!!!!!!11)
Also, if any of you like pie, you should come to these parts, as my mom has been quite keen on making it every hour of every day.
Take my word for it, it's all mizzles.
Yesterday I explained to Jose the differences between a Black and White hat hacker, and the inherent virtues of both. I also told my dad that my car will only run on 92 Octane Free BSD, and hilarity ensued.
In shopping related news, as I was wandering through my grocer's refrigerator aisle, I noticed that the labels of "Vitamin Water" or something of the homeopathic ilk, actually had inside jokes printed on them. It made references to people who work for the company, Glaceau, a name that sounds inherently French, yet I'm sure they're based in Compton and it's all just a ploy to get hipsters to buy stuff in plastic containers. You know, like when heroin first came out. Inside jokes are lame. The way I see it, if you can't tell a joke in front of your fourth grade class, then you probably should never utter it. (I hope all my fourth grade classmates got that. Remember when Mr. Lavenstein made me do that?! LOL!!! OMG!!!!! ROFL!!!!!!11)
Also, if any of you like pie, you should come to these parts, as my mom has been quite keen on making it every hour of every day.
Take my word for it, it's all mizzles.