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As the dust settled, Poe pulled herself up on one hand, and wiped off a trickle of blood moving from her mouth to her chin with the other.

“What is it with you anyway? First off the name, Lunacy. Give me a clue here. What are you going for? ‘I am crazy,’ something like that? I mean it worked for the Joker, but you just don’t have that deadly bat-shit crazy vibe”

Poe whipped out one foot and caught Lunacy behind the knees, off balance Lunacy hit hard when her knees were hit again.

“Maybe you are obsessed with the moon, could work. Mysterious and shit, but you don’t have any moons on your costume, and you don’t do moon related crimes in fact there is nothing moon related about you at all.”

Poe took a breath and rotated her arm around for a second, then shanking it out. Lunacy struggled to her feet.

“Think about the classics, I mean someone like Superman, or Batman. One is ‘Super’”, Poe said, supplying the air quotes. “And the other has a flying rodent fetish. Both are creepy, and both say ‘don’t fuck with me.’ That, or ‘I is a stunted man-child.’ Either way, like I said, creepy.”

Still in a prone position, Poe spit a glob of spit blood across the room, following it up with one fluid motion. Her leg swung back, around and then flew forward. On the height its arc Poe’s foot caught Lunacy full force upside the head. Lunacy’s head flew away pulling her body behind it like a streamer attached to a child’s ball. Lunacy flipped over as her head slammed into the ground with a solid crack. She did not get right up.

“Come on, even the home town boy, Stinger-Man. Him, I get… Well, bad example, maybe. He has a ‘I am like a giant insect or something.’-vibe. And his costume has a big wasp on it. Kind of a stretch, but you get where he is coming from.”

Grunting, Poe stood up. Never taking her eyes off of Lunacy’s prone form.

“ And anyway, even if you had the crazy or the moon thing going on, neither one really describes this out fit. Doc Martins? Did you get them on sale with a stack of flannels? Do they even make them any more after the whole grunge thing, maybe you robbed a Seattle Value Village? And the pink, mixed with bondage gear, really? You dress like a Hello Kitty dressed up like a bondage gimp and it is just not working for you.”

Luke W. McCullough | lm3m @ | 1/11/11 | Train from Boston, MA to New York, NY

Jumping the shark



Egyptian beaches were being terrorized by a series of shark attacks. According to some reports, it was supposedly an Israeli trained attack shark. But, the terror is over after the shark was slain by a drunken Serb, who literally jumped the shark. Pure awesomeness.

If this news report is to believed, and I question it immediately, but would so love it to no be apocryphal:

“Dragan climbed on the jumping board, told me to hold his beer and simply ran to jump. There was no time for me to react or to try to stop him, he just went for it” says Milovan.
“Dragan jumped high and plunged down to the sea, but didn’t make as much splash as we thought he would”, explained Milovan.

The reason could be because Dragan Stevic ended up jumping straight on the shark which was lurking near the beach, probably looking for its next victim. Dragan had nailed it right in the head, killing it instantly. The Egyptian police found the shark washed out on the beach that morning.


This would be funny if it was not sooo painfully sad.

making 1 gallon of ethanol uses the equivalent of about 1-1/3 gallons of oil.


Just a reminder to anyone designing an interface: if the entire goal of your interface is to integrate with the Windows Explorer Shell you have failed. The windows shell is a disaster and anything you do will only make it worse, trust me. Please TortoiseSVN, try harder. Good job on some nice GUI pieces, boo on making me use the explorer and double boo for having a painful command line interface to those tools.

As another reminder, and you recline the seat back as far as it goes, there is a special hell reserved just for you.

You will be squeezed into a tiny spot in the seventh circle, the circle for those that commit violence, that will always grow smaller and smaller and smaller for all eternity. You will be squeezed between the walls of hell and the forest of suicides. Every time you moan or groan or scream in agony, the souls from the grove of suicides will scowl at you in disgust and ask: “What is your problem?”

I have a new love of source control, GIT. It is a bit of a strange head twist to get into it, don’t know if I am there yet, but it has the best tool ever for managing merges you can sync to a point on a tree and then cherry pick each change you want and then apply all of them. Basically, it would make moving changes from one branch to another a snap. If I had had this back in the MS days I would have a month or two of my life back.


Luke W. McCullough | lm3m @ | January 10, 2011 | Hingham, MA