The kilt that made Seattle famous!
rob, toby, jimmy, alex, leinir, diodesign, hunter, mossy, kitty, pawsie, lidna, ficlogic, mark, triplet, airwired
Friday, October 26

Mossy:
=IF(K3<>"",K3,"")&IF(L3<>"",IF(K3="",L3,", "&L3),"")&IF(M3<>"",IF(AND(K3="",L3=""),M3,IF(K3<>"",", "," ")&M3),"")&IF(N3<>"",IF(AND(K3="",L3="",M3=""),N3,", "&N3),"")&IF(O3<>"",IF(AND(K3="",L3="",M3="",N3=""),O3,", "&O3),"")&IF(Q3<>"",IF(AND(K3="",L3="",M3="",N3="",O3=""),Q3," "&Q3),"")&IF(P3<>"",IF(AND(K3="",L3="",M3="",N3="",O3="",Q3=""),P3,", "&P3),"")

IT IS TAKING MY SOUL

also
CONUT=1
while [ $CONUT -lt 3700 ]; do
grep ^$CONUT, QRY | paste -s -d , - >>goooooo.csv
let CONUT=CONUT+1
done


you're welcome to tell me my scripts suck btw it'd be helpful


Wednesday, October 24

jimmy:


Tuesday, October 16

Mossy:
I'm at work and i've suddenly got an idea for a story to write and i;m going to spam you bastards with the fragments i've written so far because gmail is blocked on the firewall, etc.
i think it's because i'm reading a book at the moment, the great thing about reading is it makes you want to write.

He took quite a while to answer the door. And when it creaked open to reveal the mustachioed face peering out from a cloud of airborne dust, there was a visible delay before he registered the surprise at seeing his arch-enemy standing outside his front door.
Bowser was alone, and was holding a shotgun in his hands; holding it out for him to take. "Mario, I want you to kill me," he said.

After some time, mario replied, "I think you'd better come inside..."

"do you know what it's like to watch all your children die, over and over again? i don't want it any more."

peach - "when was the last time you slept with her? never, that's when. and you're never going to either."

look. it can't happen. we both know that we're fucking archetypal eternally renewed hero and arch-villain, and if i kill you you're just going to be show up and bugger

off with the princess again, forever.
"No. That's what i just worked out. You don't kill me. You DEFEAT me."

"you see that chair?" he said, looking bowser ruefully in the eye. bowser looked over his shoulder at the wooden desk chair behind him, then looked back. "i once spent the night lying on the carpet with that on top of me. the chair leg pressing on my throat. it just felt right."

luigi does it different- you go to his house and it's spotless from top to bottom. he
gets all flustered if you don't take your shoes off in the porch or stuff like that, i'm pretty sure if it goes on much longer he's gonna start making people put plastic bags over their feet.


Sunday, October 14

Toby:
Indeed it has. I assume we have Herr Cheesester to thank for, what I assume was, a brief but thorough fscking by proxy. Ah, the simple joys of Unix terminology. As opposed to the technology itself, which is rarely simple and seldom a joy.

Regardless, we now have a reinstated server... so I expect some postage, bitches.

Oh, and Jimbly, there is one word that accurate sums up that first link: "Overt" - to be pronounced with the first syllable drawn out into a provocative pout.


Thursday, October 11

jimmy:
oh look gherkin warback is ruterned (NSFW k)



(angus descends)




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