Cold Lurkey's profile
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February 1, 2009
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What's the deal with your nickname? How did you get it? If your nickname is self-explanatory, then tell everyone when you first started using the internet, and what was the first thing that made you say "wow, this isn't just a place for freaks after all?" Was it a website? Was it an email from a long-lost friend? Go on, spill it.
I joined the 'filter not for the meta, but for the Markov. And then it disappeared. It resurfaced briefly before plunging again into the inplumbable depths of 'stuff'. I was able to extract this piece of glorious nonsense in its fleeting reappearance:
I have a vested interest in keeping you around) before committing to anything. All should be thinking seriously about the history of natural history museums. (just skip the parts about creationists) I have are some outside, independent interests that make me feel competent and perhaps most importantly, things to talk about with my bare hands. Mainly I use this not-very-superpower to construct tiny eppie bombs for to terrorize our technician: Step one: get something shipped overnight that has to be punningly accurate, has gone back to the monkeys on wall street, and that may be in poor taste, I think asking straight out for money is in extremely poor taste. It means that when the wave of work and responsibility comes crashing over me, I still think about to be sated?" not if it was someone who worked with him, trying to get a $100 tune up.
I joined the 'filter not for the meta, but for the Markov. And then it disappeared. It resurfaced briefly before plunging again into the inplumbable depths of 'stuff'. I was able to extract this piece of glorious nonsense in its fleeting reappearance:
I have a vested interest in keeping you around) before committing to anything. All should be thinking seriously about the history of natural history museums. (just skip the parts about creationists) I have are some outside, independent interests that make me feel competent and perhaps most importantly, things to talk about with my bare hands. Mainly I use this not-very-superpower to construct tiny eppie bombs for to terrorize our technician: Step one: get something shipped overnight that has to be punningly accurate, has gone back to the monkeys on wall street, and that may be in poor taste, I think asking straight out for money is in extremely poor taste. It means that when the wave of work and responsibility comes crashing over me, I still think about to be sated?" not if it was someone who worked with him, trying to get a $100 tune up.