tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261151942008-07-24T09:27:31.184-07:00kludgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103156220017676316noreply@blogger.comBlogger406125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26115194.post-31446868816029371472008-07-23T14:14:00.000-07:002008-07-23T14:22:24.875-07:00

"Where you heading friend?"reddit_url='http://kludgespot.blogspot.com/2008/07/judgment.html'reddit_title='Judgment'

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Well this is fun. Now what?"

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Some things are worth dying for. Where is your sense of duty? reddit_url='http://kludgespot.blogspot.com/2008/07/order-up.html'reddit_title='Order Up!'

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Now is a perfect time to panic. No matter what you may think, everyone knows it's your fault. Everyone is always losing 'thousands of dollars' during outages. When the network is down, you burn calories at an exponential rate. People who haven't worked in the last year are suddenly desperate to get busy. How many managers can you cram into your workspace? When the network is down, you'll have

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Harvested from almost every corner of the planet, used extensively in homes of millions if not billions of people worldwide. It's obvious that this foe is not going to loosen its grip anytime in the near future. It has you where it wants you, always shaking and thirsting for more. Lets face it, salt is a naughty spice. Is it a spice or a seasoning? Is there a difference? I want to say spices

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With a title like that, you just had to click and see. "Okay Peter, what nonsense are you going to start driveling on about now?" No, it's true. I'm reincarnating inanimate objects with the hope of monetary gain. I've reincarnated a rather unattractive wood pallet into, what I believe is a very cool table. How's that for a step up in caste? Sure beats coming back as a cow. Patricia and I

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Ten years have passed since the last time I dressed up in a tuxedo. A lot can happen over ten years. It's amazing when you look back at a span of years and realize what path your life has taken and where you have evolved to as a person, couple and family. Things like moving six times, cycling through 7 different jobs, buying two houses, the birth of two children, losing people that you loved,

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So here I am in a classy hotel conference room, listening to an articulate, well groomed marketing rep from a large computer manufacturing firm talking to a pile of greasy, unkempt socially inept geeky network administrators and managers. It's a very interesting way to spend a day. Geeks are so not cool. Well we are, but not to others. Geeks have a hierarchy just like any society, but it's not

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Harry's life as an investment banker wasn't going very well. So far he had already managed to lose $1300 in capitol from his sole customers portfolio since Monday. It was Tuesday. This wasn't going to look good on his resume. What he couldn't be sure of was whether or not he could fix it. Instead of trying to... Harry just quit. It has always worked for him in the past. Quitting was the only

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I found myself typing up a political rant that I wanted to post. KludgeSpot is not place for serious political conversations, even one sided ones. If you want to weigh in, I would enjoy hearing your viewpoints. You can do so here.

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There are days when I find that I have more fun coming up with the title of my post than actually writing anything. Recently these days have become more frequent. I'm having trouble thinking of the inconsequential more and more often. My head is involved in politics and work. Two things that do little to add to the inane and bizarre profundities that you all seem so keen on. So...for no other

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Serious applicants: Inquire Within.

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The users are revolting. They've discovered that we are hording vast resources while doing our best to squash their prosperity. We only give them what we deem appropriate then scold them when they step foot outside those confines. It seems that one of the geeks have let it slip that were are sitting on the proverbial pile of food. Two weeks ago "Hello? What was that?", Another threating call.

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Can I get a lemon scone with that?

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In all honestly I'd rather be saving my own bacon.

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Unicorns are a mythological creature. They are a fantasy, much in the same way as this blogs popularity is. They don't exist except in the minds of story spinners and in a few odd corners of Manhattan. For the most part people accept this and move on with their lives understanding that they will never get to see one. Others defy this logic and spend hours of their lives gluing horns on horses

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Between conspiracy and incompetency, bet on incompetency. There is no such thing as extra cash, unless it belongs to someone else. Some pain is unavoidable. The rest is usually of your own doing. There will always be someone smarter than you. In a battle of wits, if you can't win, you can always cheat! No matter how good a driver you think you are, at some point, you will get honked at a called a

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This foe must be stopped!

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Welcome to another day.

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I have nothing to say, but I'm here anyway I have nothing to type, but the same old tripe I have seen nothing new, but I'll do as I do And pump out more lines and waste all my time Doing this thing that I can't seem to shake! Sometimes I just sit at my keyboard and wonder, "Why blog?" The only answer I have is, "Because Peter, if you don't, this stuff will stay in your head. While there it will

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Look to the sky He comes! He's here! The kamikaze fly Right in your face Retreat! Beware! Invading your space Odds against him You're Big! He's Small! Risking life and limb Dive bombing nut At full throttle! Right into my gut Spinning and thrashing Swiping! Chasing! With arms a lashing Yet on he dives Retreat! Retreat! If only to survive Peter Brown 2008

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Rufus and Jerry were at war, there was no simple way to say it. Rufus wanted to triumph over Jerry, dance a jig of joy on his losing carcass and then parade it through the streets of town, loudly proclaiming his victory. Jerry might have felt similar, but he wasn't going to let such emotion show through. Rufus was going to beat Jerry in might and Jerry would best Rufus in mind, but neither was

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Look at the alternatives...

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"What is this?" "It's a hardware store. Just look around!" "I see unwashed men in baseball caps. What are we doing here?" "We're looking at tools! Just take a gander at this beauty!" "LOOKING AT TOOLS! What in the world! We don't belong here!" "Why not!?" "Because we should be at home, playing a skirmish in Supreme Commander. Every second in this place deadens us and steals our edge. How

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"Hello, my name is Peter and I'm addicted to buffalo wings." Group :"Hello Peter" "It's been five days since my last buffalo wing-" Clapping "-and while I feel good about that, I believe it just gives me an excuse to have them again shortly." There is just no getting around it. I'm addicted to buffalo wings. It all started a young age, my father found this place on the drive home from work

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