User:Lullysing

Welcome to my userpage, now home to The Warrior Union project. --->User:Lullysing/The_Warrior_Union You are all encouraged to discuss the issue and provide comments on this tongue in cheek attempt at rooting out the problems of our profession.

My humble builds section : Cooking with Iron, with Chef Kaga

"And Bobby provides other memories, tapped from the artist as   he accessed 3Jane's library of Babel: his slow, sad, childlike labor on the    plain called Dog Solitude, erecting anew the forms of pain and memory."

I figure i might as well include my lj introduction, which suits me quite perfectly might i add. But when it comes to the quick and dirt, i'm just this dude from Montreal, Canada, a certified linux/unix administrator, and owner of evilsmiley.org , my website ran from sumo, my frankenputer made from four other trashed puters.

That which does not kill us, makes us stranger. -- Trevor Goodchild, Aeon flux.

By pretty much all standard quotations and testing methods, i am to be considered weird. Then again, what is a weird person? Is it because I fervently believe in the cause of eraducation ? Is it because i usually will say the worst jokes and the darnest things? Is it because i appreciate irony to an artform ? People could blame the "Being weird is not enough" macaron i got on my jacket. It could be the evil space midget ninjas that made me that way, who knows?

Whatever it is, it means that sometimes i may probably be the funniest guy ever this side of the universe. Other days, i could be the guy that just said things that make you bang your head in shame you come from the same species as i do.

Oh well. Fuck it. I've decided a long while back that basing your existance on what other people thought of you was essentially a death trap, and basically made you a slave to other people's perceptions. There's also the fact most people thought i was either a nice guy ( which i still am) a dick ( which i have, and am sometimes), a dumbass ( which i was, and am sometimes) , a weirdo ( feh! ), someone that "just didn't get it". so yeah... fuck it, and let's just move on...

Like the annoying teenager next door with a 90hp import sporting a 6 foot tall bolt-on wing, Gentoo users are proof that society is best served by roving gangs of armed vigilantes, dishing out swift, cold justice with baseball bats to those fucking ricer bastards. -- Gentoo is for ricers webpage, h8 enabled section.

If you're still wondering who the hell i could possibly be, i'll give ya some more scoopin'.


 * I'm a gamer. Be it tabletop, strategy, RPGs, pen and paper, fucked up boardgames and more, to quake-style rocketry and gibbings, i'm a gamer, i game, and if you don't get the point of luring a cop with dropped donuts and then gibbing his punk ass with a rocket launcher, then you may not get some the humor contained within this journal.
 * I am utterly, totally, completely, fascinated by anything pimp-like, be it the outfits, the blaxploitation, the street, the psychology of it.... Don't ask me why, but that stuff is just like crack cocaine for a geeky white boy like me.
 * I like weird shit. For example, i do trash computing ( taking appart several PoS computers you found of that were "donated generously" to you... and then making one that actually works from the cannibalised parts). I like linux for it's ability to run well and efficiently on trash computers.
 * Any mentions of ninjas, or ninja gamers, or burger-delivery ninjas will immediatly get my attention. Anything even remotely ghetto, for example trailer park boys, hooks me hook, line and sinker.
 * I am already fucked. Between choosing diet or non-diet cola ( sugar gets you fat and you get a stroke, aspartame gives you alzeimer or a heart attack), i figure i'm quite fucked anyhow, so dont worry about me being completely and utterly fucked.
 * I have a huge failing when it comes to Orangina-triple sec, Orange brandy liquor or any number of custom drinks including my very own purple penguin. While i may drink very occasionally, the proximity of orangina and the presence of tripplesec in the house usually sets off things in a certain motion, usually involving the special mixed drinks glasses, some ice, and several refills..
 * In evilsmileyworld, If i ever get invited into some kind of game show, an as a final prize i have to choose between a custom, but grungy looking hovercraft, a complete scrath-dj equipment warchest, and a top of the line alienware.... i'dd probably punch the presenter, grab the loot and make a daring escape in the hovercraft.

So remember, if anybody says they're not coming out the door until somebody "turns off that damn bomb", and there's a bunch of govermental ninjas huddled around a nuke warhead because the whole mesa complex facility is fucked, you'll know what to do : Gib the ninjas, turn off the bomb, THEN get on to the next level. You dig?