I’ve become a firm believer in lawyers. They’re a lot like cocaine; other people using them
seems at best annoying and at worst destructive, but when you’ve got one you feel invincible.

Life suddenly made much more sense, the day I fully grokked that people are stupid.

Just think — blessed SCSI cables! Do a big enough sacrifice & create a +5, blessed SCSI cable of connectivity.

“Phnglui mgwlnafth Cthulhu rlyey wghnagl fthagn.”
“In his flat in Bromley, drunk Cthulhu waits knitting? I think a few subtle typos may have crept
into that one.”
“That explains why this shoggoth I summoned is only 3mm tall.”

There was something to do with a klein-bottle-shaped latex catsuit and how it could be used to prove that, mathematically speaking, we did have 8 naked women in our fridge.

This obsessive, arcane book is an example of everything that is wrong with legal scholarship. Other disciplines have simple, easy-to-understand citation systems, but not law. Someone should do an analysis of the people who have worked on this book to see how many of them have gone mad.

I managed to out-cool even the disgustingly cool people normally found at the cafe I went to, without trying. I’m assuming it was the IETF draft I was reading, because nothing else really accounts for it.

The search for the perfect martini is a fraud. The perfect martini is a belt of gin from the bottle; anything else is the decadent trappings of civilization.

Computer games don’t affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.

We do not routinely oil and chip over deer kill.