Thomas' status aggregator

A much lesser known law of Einstein’s establishes that the Universe equals one goddamned collossal septic tank when you’re low on serotonin.

Writing on the Internet isn’t about anyone giving a shit. It’s mostly about avoiding reliance on Sudoku as a source of intellectual stimuli.

Realizing that a two-room apartment occupied by servers is ridiculously wasteful and kinda limited in terms of coziness. As are white walls.

Upon realizing the degree to which social workers get defecated on pay-wise, one easily starts repressing the therapeutic role of IT support.

Third eye itching. Must be that smog.

PR email about now embarrassing blog posts featuring books with cat pics feels like being sneezed in a wet, slimy sense http://bit.ly/182fiP.

The subject of tonight’s lecture is “FB/Twitter as a combo of creative writing, social self harm & running with scissors in 140 characters”.

IT systems aren’t jigsaw puzzles of Monet paintings, rather cut out&taped together drawings of stick figures buttfucking, drawn by 13-y-olds.

Quiet Family Evening Latest Victim of Piracy & Its Accomplice, Bad Copy of Slumdog Millionaire. Angered Mob Demands Apology From Bittorrent.

It may say something about my twisted mindset, but I really like noisy neighbors. They’ve got less moral high ground against my music habits.