Guitarist and electronic programmer, pete has worked with a number of different groups such as Delimiter, Weapons of Mass Destruction, and Negative Charge. Lead programmer & sysadmin of cytoplastik.com, as well as a few others..   discography: Crystal Cloud (2001) Cytoplastik Pods Compilation (2002)
| coding - Thursday, March 22, 2007 12:57 pm
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I have been spending so much time coding at work I rarely feel the desire to do side work code. I have recorded the vocals for my next song, but I don't like some of them so I need to retake some vocal tracks. There are about 4 left that I want to redo and it will be done. My forearms burn, too much coding.
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I have to steal content from other sites. My life is the same boring stupid shit every day.
1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.
2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.
3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.
4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.
5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.
6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.
7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.
8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.
9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.
10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.
11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.
12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.
13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.
14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.
16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.
oh yea, and Jesus want you to fuck me
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Renoise 1.8 is out, AND THERE IS STILL NO LINUX VERSION! *sads*
Well I guess I'll have to keep rebooting into windows.
maybe I can run it in a VM
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So I found out the damage is $1600 and I don't know if I am going to do it. I think it's time for sasha to die. My poor car *sads* I am in a state of mourning.
Before I go... randomly:
There was this construction worker on the 3rd floor of this unfinished building. He needed a hand saw, but was too lazy to go down and get it himself, so he tried to call his fellow worker on the ground to get it for him, but this guy could not hear a word he said. So he started to give a sign so the guy on the ground could understand him. First he pointed at his eyes (meaning "I") then pointed at his knees (meaning "need), and moved his hand back and forth describing the movement of a hand saw. Finally, the guy on the ground started nodding his head like he understood and dropped his pants and started to jerk off. The guy on the 3rd floor got pissed-off and ran down to the ground and started yelling at this guy, "You idiot, I was trying to tell you I needed a hand saw." The other guy replied, "I know, I was trying to tell you that I was coming."
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I seriously fucked my car up tonight. I hit a curb and bent either the rotor or the axel. My car will only go straight if I turn the wheel at a 90 degree right angle. I can't go more than about 25 mph. I am very upset that I have done this to my car. Why wasn't I more careful. I am so upset
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