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mijbril
Apr. 15th, 2005 07:55 am (UTC)
you know more about computers than I do :D
ozisim
Apr. 15th, 2005 09:37 am (UTC)
call: Sim;
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Rigged!!!!
Foot stompingly, not fairnessedly, linux geek shifted peice of twisted wannabe geeklore!
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greenglowgrrl
Apr. 15th, 2005 02:43 pm (UTC)
All hail the Supreme Geek!

(sounds much more speccy than Supreme Pizza)

I'm not even going to bother rating my computer savviness.

Greenglowgrrl's computer manual:

"Hitting a computer in the head doesn't work because it's brain is in a box somewhere under the table. The bit that looks back at you is not really the computer, its called a monitor.

When the monitor shows you stuff you don't like, shows gray boxes with ominous messages, shows wavy lines or suddenly goes blank - back away and scream for your flatmate."
angry_george
Apr. 15th, 2005 03:48 pm (UTC)
Geek :P


I'm not a geek Honest!
derigueur
Apr. 15th, 2005 11:52 pm (UTC)
And you would have gotten a higher score too if they'd asked questions about your fashion sense! What is a computer geek if not someone who dresses extravagantly/obscurely/alternatively?
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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