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yakalskovich) wrote2004-11-28 11:51 am
yakalskovich) wrote2004-11-28 11:51 am
No crack
There is something I sekritly call the Oracle Of DeepestSender. DeepestSender is a Firefox plugin, and my Livejournal Client Of Choice. It can be told to remember the username and password. Repeatedly.
But that makes the poor thing rather confused. With every new restart of Firefox, it will pick a random identity from where it saved them, and present them to me to log in as. In 98% of all cases, it makes the wrong suggestion. In 1%, it is right. Seeing I have only eleven identities I could log in as, the wrongness is significantly higher than it should be. Ergo, the thing is being contrary on purpose.
The remaining 1% is the Orcale part: I simply go with whatever DeepestSender suggests and post as that entity. It didn't help just now, though as DeepestSender suggested I should be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asar_suti, and he's not approved yet at the Crackbar. So, no crack for me at the moment; my poor brain is already fairly teeming with him, but he can't be let out much yet.
*wibble with anticipation*
Also, it's no crack what the Drabble-Matic is on. Definitely not. No, that thing has been at the funny mushrooms instead, and had a few whopping handfuls of them. There's no other explanation for this:
Gently Tripping
Lajos tripped along bossily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Beth, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a werewolf cub hopping along, carrying a cake in its mouth.
Lajos was almost in the cellar when he came across a funny cake, lying alone on a deep plate. "That must be a treat from my gentle bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sweet, so he ate it.
It gave him the most warm tingling sensation in his knee. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Beth.
When Beth came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Lajos cried firmly.
"Your hand! And your foot!" Beth said. "They're soft! Can't you feel it?"
Lajos felt his hand and his foot. They were indeed quite soft. "Oh, no!" Lajos said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that funny cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Beth said. "I got you a cup. It must have been that reformed man who lives nearby. He acts a little sneakily, ever since he painted a paintbrush."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Lajos sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Beth said overwhelmingly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your hand is really wry like that."
"Really?" Lajos dried her tears. Lajos kissed Beth and it was an entirely scruffy sensation, like sweet, warm chocolate on a cold evening that will warm your hands, your breath and your soul.
They spent the night having entirely scruffy sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
and another, with the same input:
To Overwhelmingly Paint
Lajos and Beth were celebrating a funny Valentine's Day together. Lajos had cooked a deep dinner and they ate in the cellar by candlelight.
"My darling," Beth said, stroking Lajos's foot, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Lajos. "It is but a gentle token of my soft love."
Lajos opened the box. Inside was a scruffy cup! He gazed at it firmly. Then he gazed at Beth firmly. "It's reformed," Lajos said. "Come here and let me paint you."
Just then, a sweet crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like sweet, warm chocolate on a cold evening that will warm your hands, your breath and your soul. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a wry voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Beth read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other sneakily as the crone cackled some more. Lajos's knee began to tremble. Then Beth shrugged, pulled out a paintbrush, and hit the crone on her hand. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Lajos said and kissed Beth bossily. "This is a warm Valentine's Day!"
They gently burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they painted each other all night long.
(link to that on-funny-mushrooms insanity gacked fromschiarire)
But that makes the poor thing rather confused. With every new restart of Firefox, it will pick a random identity from where it saved them, and present them to me to log in as. In 98% of all cases, it makes the wrong suggestion. In 1%, it is right. Seeing I have only eleven identities I could log in as, the wrongness is significantly higher than it should be. Ergo, the thing is being contrary on purpose.
The remaining 1% is the Orcale part: I simply go with whatever DeepestSender suggests and post as that entity. It didn't help just now, though as DeepestSender suggested I should be
asar_suti, and he's not approved yet at the Crackbar. So, no crack for me at the moment; my poor brain is already fairly teeming with him, but he can't be let out much yet.*wibble with anticipation*
Also, it's no crack what the Drabble-Matic is on. Definitely not. No, that thing has been at the funny mushrooms instead, and had a few whopping handfuls of them. There's no other explanation for this:
Gently Tripping
Lajos tripped along bossily. He was on his way to meet his lover, Beth, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a werewolf cub hopping along, carrying a cake in its mouth.
Lajos was almost in the cellar when he came across a funny cake, lying alone on a deep plate. "That must be a treat from my gentle bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked sweet, so he ate it.
It gave him the most warm tingling sensation in his knee. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Beth.
When Beth came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Lajos cried firmly.
"Your hand! And your foot!" Beth said. "They're soft! Can't you feel it?"
Lajos felt his hand and his foot. They were indeed quite soft. "Oh, no!" Lajos said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that funny cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Beth said. "I got you a cup. It must have been that reformed man who lives nearby. He acts a little sneakily, ever since he painted a paintbrush."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Lajos sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Beth said overwhelmingly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your hand is really wry like that."
"Really?" Lajos dried her tears. Lajos kissed Beth and it was an entirely scruffy sensation, like sweet, warm chocolate on a cold evening that will warm your hands, your breath and your soul.
They spent the night having entirely scruffy sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
and another, with the same input:
To Overwhelmingly Paint
Lajos and Beth were celebrating a funny Valentine's Day together. Lajos had cooked a deep dinner and they ate in the cellar by candlelight.
"My darling," Beth said, stroking Lajos's foot, "I have something for you." He gave a box to Lajos. "It is but a gentle token of my soft love."
Lajos opened the box. Inside was a scruffy cup! He gazed at it firmly. Then he gazed at Beth firmly. "It's reformed," Lajos said. "Come here and let me paint you."
Just then, a sweet crone sprang out of hiding and cackled like sweet, warm chocolate on a cold evening that will warm your hands, your breath and your soul. "Your happiness will not last!" she said in a wry voice and dropped a piece of paper onto the dinner table.
Beth read it. "It's a page from a diary. It says...it says that you're my brother."
They stared at each other sneakily as the crone cackled some more. Lajos's knee began to tremble. Then Beth shrugged, pulled out a paintbrush, and hit the crone on her hand. She fell over dead.
"Problem solved!" Lajos said and kissed Beth bossily. "This is a warm Valentine's Day!"
They gently burned the diary page in the candle and never told another soul.
And then they painted each other all night long.
(link to that on-funny-mushrooms insanity gacked from
schiarire)
boring explanation
my firefox does not even save me the password-typing ...
Thank you, but no thank you
oracles
Re: oracles
Re: oracles
The Lady
the system
it worked nearly until he went into retirement and bought it. since then it's a piece of trash. he should have bought the previous model! but our family is a bunch of looooooosers.
ps: the system said the "please make u-turn" of course in response to him not going where it told him to.
Re: the system
Re: the system
and i assume you know that the system is off whenever the us is at war, because then they move the satelite a fraction to disable tracking *shrug*
War
no subject
no subject
*looks all innocent*
no subject
Ask
no subject
But, well, I'm willing to sacrifice the rest of my sanity and see what it comes up with for Otto and William if you like.