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BBS Mates
When I was in high school, I was way big into the BBS scene. I was a member of a handful of boards, got to know some pretty cool people, but then I graduated, moved on, and never thought much about those people. Fast forward eight years and I found this board, thanks to slashdot. I’ve already registered but I’ve only found one so far. Hopefully more will be added, It’d be cool to see what’s up with other people. I’ve only found one guy I used to chat a lot with on irc. We thought we were so bad with our #216 chat channel. Ahh, those were the days.
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Update 3
Okay, made some major changes, I don’t even remember which template I chose initially but it has been completely changed to its current look. Now it’s late and I must go to bed.
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Air Rage
I have air rage. I used to have road rage but I’m over that now. I’m no longer in such a hurry. But I still get air rage. It’s not the delayed flights, hoity-toity flight attendants, not even the longer waits from the new security measures. My rage stems from carry-on luggage. Nothing frustrates me more to see some half-wit try to jam his oversize duffel bag full of golf balls and shot glasses into the overhead bin while, in the process, he proceeds to violate my allotted space and squish my regulation size carry on bag with my single piece of Lladro souvenir. I am going to invent a high power hydraulic carry-on-bag-smasher. If your carry-on is larger than the size laid out by the airline industry, the flight attendant (or me) will promptly take your bag, insert it into my new bag masher machine and the hydraulic press and stainless steel walls will make your bag instantly compliant with the rules.
“Excuse me, sir. I don’t think your tennis rackets comply with our size regulations. Will you please give them to me?”
“Sure, what are you gonna…” Crunch! Snap! Whizzzzz!
“There you are.”
Ahh. I can deal with being cramped up in seats that are strategically spaced with the least amount of comfort in mind if I can watch some dude’s stuff get crunched.