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Wow, the VeriSign SiteFinder crap (more) is even worse than previously reported.

Monday, September 22nd, 2003

Wow, the VeriSign SiteFinder crap (more) is even worse than previously reported.

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[16:03] * pixelknave was exercising restraint and not purchasing a t616 to replace his t68i.

Monday, September 22nd, 2003

[16:03] * pixelknave was exercising restraint and not purchasing a t616 to replace his t68i.

[16:03] * pixelknave ’s cat chewed through the t68i’s charger last night.

[16:03] <pixelknave> Good kitty.

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“Welcome to Vietnam, Mr.

Monday, September 22nd, 2003

“Welcome to Vietnam, Mr. President. Sorry you didn’t go when you had the chance.”

Short, sweet article by Max Cleland, commissioner of the 9-11 Commission, former senator (D-GA), former head of the V.A., Vietnam vet. “Mistakes of Vietnam repeated with Iraq” is straightforward and well-reasoned … and ends with a bang.

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I heard the spigot running again.

Monday, September 22nd, 2003

I heard the spigot running again. Fortunately, I already had shoes on, so I flew out the front door to see a group of three or four construction workers washing hands, filling buckets, etc., at the side of my house.

I shouted, “Hey! Hey! Don’t … don’t use my water! That’s my water! I pay for that! Stop using the water!”

I was greeted with an equal mix of blank and bemused expressions. I didn’t have the cojones to say, “no robar el agua!” because I can’t really back it up with more (read: “more agressive”) Spanish. So I stuck with my mother tongue, and I imagine the stammered English went un-parsed by some. But my meaning was clear, and here’s where the bemusement comes in: “Who is this kid, playing like he owns this house, and where does he get off shouting at us for taking his water?”

The worker nearest the spigot shut it off. They all backed away slowly, looking at me with the same blank expressions. One of the workers apologized in clear, brief English: “Sorry. Sorry about that. Really sorry.” But his face bore only the slightest glimmer of contrition.

I called the building office again to let them know it was still going on. (Also to inform them that the construction had taken out a chunk of our fence. Minor details like that.)

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