We Are The Champions...

Well, unless it is a server fluke, those bible-thumping fuck-buddies over at the religious equivalent of Barney's Schoolhouse have packed up shop and left the filthy, heathen interwebs behind. So long, good luck, remember Anonymous 2K8!

In addition, there is much talk of the tragedy in New Orleans. Unfortunately, my weird sense of detachment from the world has reared its ugly head again. I'm sorry it happened, I've seen the papers, I wish it didn't happen, but it is not something that voluntarily enters my brain at all. I don't even think about it really.

Maybe I'm a bad person, maybe I'm just an asshole. Whatever you think, make sure you leave your name for critisism. This way, I can insult your mother, make fun of you with direct and pointed attacks based on information gathering as opposed to baseless assumptions, and in general, make you wish you hadn't said anything.

Su-Fi, Dr. Fryer









I have spread out my hands all the day unto a rebellious people...