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Skittlish Tips'n'Tricks

• Change the classes for the body tag to set your default site style. also change these in the app.js file (line 66).
• Remove the scripts and the #options div if you don't want the option switcher.
• The top menu shows the home section and the sections that are not blogs.
• Email me at evil@che.lu if you have any questions.
• Happy hacking!

So much cool art and music. So many things to see and photograph, to program or design. Defeat mists as if everyday were november. Just cold and dreary - a world without edges and star patterned light even after I close my eyes... I hear the fading spots of light behind my eyelids as noise. Tastes like regret and trench mouth.

I consume all waking hours with the next in an endless series of code block comprehension - roots and procs and closures - user permissions, ports, boot order, type class member public access attributes domain language logic and does active directory like me, I mean like LIKE me?

I know better than going nuclear but did that bitch process id 5320 ask my fucking permission to go 98% on the dual cores? So I kill a bitch and the RPC server asphyxiates on satan's forked cock and I know the next 60 hours of my life will include little sleep or food or spaces outside of the six inches in all directions immediate to my current sorry ass. Not that I sleep much now as I am either chasing a misguided notion or failed logic into incompetence's ridiculously complicated evil genius death plan disguised as word filled meaningless documentation written as if you obviously know what the fuck it is if you're reading this so I'll make it past tense and inside jokey and all you not in the know bitches can suck a muthafuc...

Yeah. It's like that. Ain't no desperation in re-factoring - just shame.

I spend a lot of my time angry at the universe. Out of focus pissed in all directions. And alone in my house. I've become an unattractive blight. I did always aspire to be a cancerous spot of disruption in the collective consciousness - some nothing coulda has-been - not like that but worse and full of ambitious hopelessness and vile words and love of puppies.

this was supposed to be about how I have no time to listen to all the music i've [sarcasm]bought legally[/sracasm] or any of the other media consumption products and methods I desire as experiences while chasing the american dollar and avoiding bosses and reviews and vacation requests and office politics and compromise - the shit that makes me think streaming hot red from majors into the drain is on a short list of options for a way out that doesn't involve waking up tomorrow. because fuck that. because i said.