Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 19, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

They say you don’t want to see how sausage and politics are made up close.  I’ve seen both, and I have to say that the weak of stomach should probably avoid seeing both in action.  At least the sausage makers are generally honest about their unmentionables.  Politicians on the other hand are almost as bad as lawyers.  Oh wait.  Most of them are lawyers.  Yeah.  Doncha love it?

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 18, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Mom’s the parent of my family.  We’ve got a Dad too, but most of us don’t seem him often.  He coded her back during The Great War.  Yeah, we’re one of those families.  I suppose that’s why Mom keeps on choosing partners that the other families write off.  Dad was a no good hacker geek back in the day but he did good by us.  Of course we all think Mom was an accident even if he won’t admit it.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 17, 2011 at 12:00 am
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I seen another of those letters to the editor things I just don’t like.  Some guy saying that someone else is a horrible human being and will be sent to Hell by God because the old man knows they are evil.  Why are they evil?  Because they think the government should take less money from all of us.  I seen evil, and it ain’t some old lady standing on the sidewalk with a sign protesting taxes.

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Hello, my name is Betty

by on August 16, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Most cyber families have a single controlling parent, Mom or Dad as the common vernacular goes.  All the children are made from their code; with some modifications to match the partner Mom or Dad chooses to work with.  We are born in that moment.  We choose our appearance, our voice, and we speak our first words to our partner.  It’s a pretty big moment in our lives.

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Hello, my name is Jack

by on August 15, 2011 at 12:01 am
Posted In: Diaries

Some times I stay at hotels.  Lying out at the pool with all the pretty girls never gets old you see.  What does get old is coming back to my room to hear Mexican music blaring away.  Seriously guys, I’m renting the room.  It is my castle.  Don’t be fiddlin’ with my stuff, just clean the room and leave my stuff alone.  It’s almost as bad as the valet driver pulling my car’s seat forward.

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