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Fuzzysquid career downloads about delicious photos	/ Main As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!” “What was it, Sir?” said Flask. “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to their ports to tell of it.” Moby-Dick, 1851
	NEWS 3-17-09 No one reads this column Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried. 4-21-08 Archives Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out. 1-18-08 new iPhone icon Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it. 1-14-05 LJ images Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!) 4-02-04 FURL Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping this blog from turning into a meme dumpster. LINKS SQUID STUFF TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable. Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale. The Squid Blog - From the Laughing Squid people. PEOPLE I KNOW Moxyberry - Where the cousin is at. Her bookmarks here. Cranky User - Brian's bookmarks. Updated, unlike his site. Rosenstock - Her other ride is your mom. Lauren - Wet Hot Singaporean Blogging. Universal Donor - Like the prime number shitting bear, but with terrible back pain. Olivia - Who receives special dispensation from our usual policies.	BLAG read the archive Sunday, February 29, 2004 dannyboy 11:59 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I am upset that I did not get what I wanted for Leap Day. See you again in four years. dannyboy 1:53 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment AND WHAT HE BUYS WILL BE A WINDOW UNTO HIS MADNESS: I went crazy today and bought three pairs of pants, mostly because I like the word 'pants'. One is black on red, but the net effect is grey; the other two are camel and indigo corduroy. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I have a pair of herringbone-type pants I bought three months ago that I haven't worn, and can't until I have them tailored and get proper shoes. Also, corduroy makes me think of grunge rock, 1994, and Hannah Lee. [ This post was brought to you by the word 'metrosexual'. ] Friday, February 27, 2004 dannyboy 11:47 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment If someone should ask "hey, what's your sign," and you respond with "dangerous curves"— No. Wrong. No. You've been disqualified. Particularly if no one actually asked. Also, your name is NOT "Solstyce," no matter how much you will it to be. This is the kind of crap I have to deal with if I agree to have a drink in the Haight. dannyboy 5:22 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment In lieu of an original, juicy, heartfelt, cruel, witty or confessionary post by me, here is some late Friday afternoon CL reading that made me say "aww" and "errghoweree," respectively: My OCD ex-girlfriend & Sorry I Fouled Your Door. dannyboy 9:53 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment WTF. Another one of the Senior VP's is leaving. RRGHG. Another pep talk regarding the solubility of the company in 5... 4... 3... 2... Wednesday, February 25, 2004 dannyboy 6:28 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment "Imagine David Fincher & Terry Gilliam having a drunken fistfight in ILM's parking lot..." [ via BB ] Tuesday, February 24, 2004 dannyboy 10:27 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment TGFKAHR walked in the door tonight, back from the dead. She starts to relay to me the details of her weekend in LA. She's complaining bitterly about how she was invited to a Sex In The City party but the girls there weren't serious enough about it—apparently one girl talked through the entire thing ("about medicine or something, they were all doctors"). She's telling me this AS I'M WATCHING TV. And THEN! And then she says "what are those guys doing," pointing to the TV. I say, they're trying to see how long someone can survive being buried alive. And she opines, "wow, some people in our society just have way too much free time, eh?" YES. Yes they do. ARRGGGH. dannyboy 9:19 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment (Fortune comes in threes, and I'm waiting for the hammer to drop) Monday, February 23, 2004 dannyboy 10:39 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment THINGS MY COWORKER SAID TO ME THIS MORNING AS SHE ANNOUNCED HER RESIGNATION, THUS VALIDATING MY OWN DESIRE TO LEAVE: "This might seem sudden to you guys, but I really feel this is a very tense and unhealthy working environment." "I didn't really feel I had a choice." "I would like to keep some self respect before I leave." Saturday, February 21, 2004 crankyuser 2:04 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment From today's aikido demonstration. dannyboy 12:38 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Last night I dreamed that my girlfriend had died, but we had a young daughter together, who I took care of. We lived on a space station. I would yell at her for trying to go outside with our puppy, who was crazy and would run so fast he was impossible to catch. I soon realized she was a clone of my girlfriend because she was aging very quickly, and pretty soon she was a teenager. Thursday, February 19, 2004 dannyboy 10:01 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment UGH. "The Rules For An Affair," a.k.a., "Reasons To Get The Hell Out Of Manhattan." If you're not from New York, (and it may even be too obvious to mention) The Observer's readership is: half women like her, and half women who want to be like her. UGH UGH UGH. Wednesday, February 18, 2004 dannyboy 11:57 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I've been playing KOTOR again, this time as an evil character, and it's begun to manifest itself in my life. Lately I've been pitting the roommates against one another by instigating conflict. Yesterday Y was devastated because TGFKAHR fucked up her recording of Survivor (she stuck a page-long note to the TV screen, which was blithely ignored)—so I insisted she do some confronting. And by "confront," I meant "punch her in the face as soon as she walks in the door." The best part was the other roommate, S, admitted to me that he noticed during the day that the recording would be fucked, and did nothing about it. (Rightly so. No need to clean up other people's messes.) Anyway, tonight I encouraged S to play his music loud, to annoy TGFKAHR. TGFKAHR just wandered out of her room, I called her fat, and she asked me where Y is. I said "probably dead." She laughed. You guys are SO lucky I don't have force powers. dannyboy 10:23 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment SLANDER: We had to put something to VHS this morning, but we're out of tape, so my boss just said, "letsee, whose demo reel can we erase..." The funny part: this the third time she's said that since I started working here. Tuesday, February 17, 2004 dannyboy 3:09 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Monday, February 16, 2004 dannyboy 2:21 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment HAIKU #2: oh god my head hurts please don't let me drink so much stupid liver, work! dannyboy 2:10 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment HAIKU: goddamned bartender flirted with her the whole night reneged on free drinks Saturday, February 14, 2004 Inky The Squid 8:00 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Roses are #FF0000 Violets are #0000FF chown -R you ~/base Thursday, February 12, 2004 dannyboy 10:08 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Last night I dreamed someone made me a peanut butter and toothpaste sandwich. It wasn't very good. But I was compelled to finish it for some reason. That about sums up my dating life from 1996-2000. dannyboy 9:43 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment For the last two days at my company, we've arrived in the morning to find porn all over one of our computers. Like, 7 or 8 windows open to porn on each computer. This is another very good reason to remember to log-out. Or, keep a box of latex gloves in your desk. Tuesday, February 10, 2004 dannyboy 5:27 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I don't want to die. I want to come back. Or maybe go somewhere else. Just putting it out there. dannyboy 1:44 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Monday, February 09, 2004 crankyuser 11:15 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Fuzzy pictures for fuzzy people, from the Seattle recon-bot. dannyboy 10:55 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Would you hold it against me if I said this conversation is too banal for me to stand any longer? Also, my bacon fat is growing fuzzy. Perhaps I should have put it in the freezer instead. Sunday, February 08, 2004 dannyboy 11:35 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Ar4rrghpfh. I just had one of those weekends where I'm embarrassed at being alive at all. The complete opposite of life-affirming. As in, sit indoors on a beautiful day and drink beer and sulk. Meanwhile, the roommate spent the weekend in Yosemite, where she dug a hole in the snow and slept in -10° C weather (yes, this is envious). Well at least I got to read $50 worth of Belgian comics. Ha ha. Belgium. Friday, February 06, 2004 dannyboy 9:35 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I had a dream last night that I had a very small kitten with a long tail—which was helpful because she zipped around back and forth, so that she was a blur, and her tail was like a little vector arrow. When I realized I couldn't accurately know both her position and her velocity, I named her Quanta. I also dreamed that I was on a date with my pregnant coworker, when we bumped into my father. It was socially awkward. Because he was on a date. With a very young girl. With Turette's. Wednesday, February 04, 2004 dannyboy 9:24 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I've been collecting bacon fat in my fridge without any good reason—until now. Tuesday, February 03, 2004 dannyboy 11:03 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I got into an argument with one of the roommates a few weeks ago about why requiring identification to fly is a stupid stupid thing, and ultimately, a dangerous precedent—nevermind that it's NOT actually required, despite what the TSA and airline goons tell you. (Because it's against federal law to bar someone from a plane just because they don't have ID. You know, that pesky thing called civil liberties, etc. Try to remember that the next time someone demands, "Your papers, please.") So I was genuinely surprised that my roommate, who I thought was a rational, intelligent person, was basically scared into believing that checking IDs will make us safer. The SF Chron has an article that does a good job of explaining why it's a load of bullhonky. Monday, February 02, 2004 dannyboy 5:38 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment The COO just left the company... there's a lot more going on here than anybody knows right now. Oh, and on a completely unrelated topic, I think it's about time I tried to remove all references to my name from this website before I get sued for slander. dannyboy 12:05 PM (0) Comments: Post a Comment I just bought $50 worth of Tintin books. Woo. I was tempted to buy the French editions, but I think it's best for everyone if I don't pretend I know the language well-enough. Here's a nice article about why people around the world love Tintin... well, except Americans. moxy 9:45 AM (0) Comments: Post a Comment Determination is: a squirrel emerging from a trash can with an entire strawberry-frosted (with sprinkles!) donut and lugging it across the street. I know what donuts do to human bodies... I can only imagine what it will do to a tiny little squirrel. But hey, it is a NYC squirrel after all and everyone knows that they like to live on the edge... gotta love 'em.

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