The Best Practices Park Place Log

you lost the substance by grasping at the shadow.
    — aeon flux (the purge)

you'd assume i'd be numb to it after a while, but no, every time i put on my avalanche speed stick i instinctively cover my head, because it smells just like a huge wall of snow is about to fall on me.

y'know, the worst ain't so bad when it finally happens.  not half as bad as you figure it'll be *before* it's happened.
    — the treasure of the sierra madre

if my password doesn't expire for thirteen days, why would i possibly want to change it *now*?  but ask me again when i immediately log on the next server, just in case i feel otherwise.

if you can't appreciate what you've got, you better get what you can appreciate.
    — my fair lady

the first african american super bowl.  rosa parks would be proud.  on a vaguely related note, from this point forward i will demand redress if i'm not referred to as either czechoslovakian american or carpatho-rusyn american.  your choice.

she's his assistant.  that's a euphenism, though.
    she's kind of young to be a euphenism.
    — the big bounce

having the car ceiling light turn on along with an open door is not a decision you should make lightly.  granted, it could help with close-range attacks by providing a bit of forewarning upon entering the car, but you'll be sending invitations to snipers at both ends of the trip.  now you know, and knowing is half the battle.

party wire.  1935.  beat that.  (it was surprisingly engaging.)

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