Sun, 20 Apr 2003

Memo to "J.T."

Hey guy, decaf next time.

I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you?

Ease up, you're going to strain a muscle or something.

I'd still like to know who took it upon themselves to "excerpt" that silly little entry, with important context links (namely, this one) stripped, when I made a point not to send a ping. I always thought those silly licenses people attach to their weblogs were bogus and unnecessary, but if people are going to be dumbasses I can see the reasons, at least from a CYA point-of-view.

edit: Why operating a keyboard after a night of drinking is usually a bad idea. If you've got anything to say about this, post it as a comment here, and leave poor Sam and his readers out of it.

edit: apparently it's an automated referrer-chasing script. That restores my faith in humanity a bit -- it's good to know that no live human was involved in that appalling bit of context-free quoting. Excuse the "license" bit above as the rantings of someone operating under the influence of too little sleep and too much JT.

JT -- no hard feelings. Peace.

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