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paganality livejournal community

a lot of people have requested this, so, all are welcome… http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=paganality — end of line —


bill gates committed $100 mil to fight aids in india two days later he committed $400 mil in ‘business investment’

In summary, mr. gates will spend $100 million fighting aids and $400 million fighting linux

gotta love people that speak their mind ๐Ÿ™‚ — end of line —

Mounting root from ufs:/dev/idad0s1a

so i’ve spent the last 3 days trying to get freebsd 4.7-stable running on 2 different machines here. the first is a dual ppro 200 proliant 2500 server.

this is like the baby brother of the proliant 5000 that Paganality.com runs on. (under freebsd 4.5-stable)

so imagine my surprise when it didn’t work. not only . . . → Read More: Mounting root from ufs:/dev/idad0s1a

iwo jima

just overheard:

Each year I am hired to go to Washington, DC, with the eighth grade class from Clinton, Wisconsin, where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly enjoy visiting our nation’s capitol, and each year I take some special memories back with me. This fall’s trip was especially memorable.

On the . . . → Read More: iwo jima

i never thought i’d be caught dead listening to him again…

… but this is the most beautiful cover of this song i have *ever* heard in my life. it’s just.. perfect. — end of line —

i heard you were dead

I’d like you to meet someone. He’s part of a group who’s average age is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared . . . → Read More: i heard you were dead

i though you’d be taller….

The soldier stood and faced God Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass.

Step forward now, you soldier, how shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?

The soldier squared his shoulders And . . . → Read More: i though you’d be taller….

the apocalypse is here….

so i highlighted all the music video’s i downloaded last night, and set ’em up to play on my machine while i get ready to start my day.

been on an old school rock and roll binge lately. big drum sounds, lots of screamin’ guitars, you know the drill ๐Ÿ™‚

anyway, so i’m firmly convinced . . . → Read More: the apocalypse is here….

In the words of Pandora, “I thought it was a box of chocolates.โ€”

okay, so i was bored.

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“What’s your diagnonsense?”

so i woke up at 5 am this morning… the sky just getting light, the wind blowing gently through my open loft window… it was nice. (the computer equipment generates so much heat that it’s common to have the windows open here in the dead of winter)

things have been crazy. first there was the . . . → Read More: “What’s your diagnonsense?”