It is awfully early in the day to be making such a post, I need to get some reading done. grrrr..
Unlike the inference of somepeople if anybody ever ranks me as anything other than dimwit, I will be bitter. People with no real existense with inane open source credentials should be rated as dimwits. Though as far as I can tell I can't really change anyones rank while firmly certified as a dimwit.
So I did get some contributions last night. I think I need to set up a master file somewhere where I have access to a better editor and put a cron job to upload the mis-fortunes file via ftp to the website
So now I need to get some more mime wear, to be really ready for public.
Coming home tired and sore, I fell down among the trash on the floor. Life is bitter, I spend my days working with men who have as much sense of human compassion as my floor, but who use their great brains to schem up ways to cause me harm. I lie on the floor dreaming of respite from the Hell of earth but frightened of Hell's beyond. As exaustion heavily closes my lids I feel the world spin as I hope to pass to sleep.
I awaken to a low knocking noise that comes from the floor. It shakes my body and chatters my teeth with terror. I know not where it comes, but I am afraid to move to find the source. I hear the low moan of some dying animal. I look arround and realize I am the one making such a sound. I crawl to the window and peer out on the darkest night. Every once and a while a cloud will release the moon from its sufficating bondage and release a stream of light upon our dying world. Think light shows down upon the street and the shadows come alive.
From underneath the elm, a shadowed ghoul creeps out and digs into the dirt. The sounds grows lowder the moon is hidenn and .........