disastrophe

Faulty IP Address Data Leads to Shaq Attack on Innocent Family

I found this while looking for lyrics to that old "Shaq Attack" toy commercial (N.B. I did own this toy.) I'm particularly fond of these lines:

"Law enforcement officials and a family in Gretna, Virginia and (sic) learned that lesson the hard way after their home was searched by a law enforcement team that included Miami Heat center Shaquille O'Neal, according to a law enforcement official."

And:
"The spectre of an angry, uniform-wearing Shaq, let alone an entire team of deputies and federal marshalls would be enough to turn one's knees to jelly."

The weird part is there is absolutely NO explanation whatever for why Shaq was even in the area, much less patrolling with federal(!?!) marshalls. Maybe the family was dl'ing copies of Shazaam or his hit CD Diesel and he wanted to talk to the one person batshit crazy enough to want that shit on his computer.

I found a weird analog today: in Vegas I played and enjoyed $0.25video poker. It felt natural to me, like a game I've played hundreds of times before, though I don't recall ever playing it before. I liked it alot, but I definitely felt cheated as I saw my $10.00 swell to 15 or so before plummeting to zero. Today I noticed how solitaire on iPod is like the perfect gambling system, where insted of wasting money, you waste 5 minutes while yr smoking a cig, listening to Chicago pr something.

I remember mr. buzzard beater
frozen clothed in scientific fever
a taste for tasting. and considerit: done
good guard my word; i've a knive for a tung

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i also remember this about saturdays at home: the open expanses of time to spend at leisure, and to prepare for the week to come.

steady boasting on an undead ocean

One last generation then its back to the swamp
what have you become, why are cops outside
rhythm has me swayin, im reelin and stompin
lay yr hands on me and i know i'll fall
will's greatest guesses make
some lifelong skeptics hectic
gimme to the twenty: i never liked the taste.
loaded with that deadweight always on the fritz

http://my.opera.com/Nicksta101/blog/2007/05/04/yo

yr creeping up on it my friend
apprehended to yr limit in the taillight blink last nite:
the new niches of each satanic system, goddamn--
I mustve had scores of fuckin hands,
and whats more livid blisters and sores
from luddy, wally and odes galore


[thats even better]

each step deliberately
placed yr photo is a fact
its "where are the thoughts" that counts
follow carefully and fundamentally,
new ascension
voids confusion
and sheds
its skin,
construct a grid for me
and consider the frame
must now passover in silence
pay attention and please understand me,
draw analogues
to "ladder hogs",

Without instant support, I will withdraw all
My Words of Wisdom and Burn them.

My propositions are elucidatory in this way: he who understands me
finally recognizes them as senseless, when he has climbed out through them,
on them, over them. (He must so to speak throw away the ladder, after he
has climbed up on it.) He must transcend these propositions, and then he
will see the world aright.