Boy, I must've been way fucking tired last night. Much of my Ultraman article was completely incoherent due poor grammar, typos, and incredible new words!

Yes, I was especially proud of saying that "Ultraman is a long-rulled series..." What the fuck does long-rulled mean? Where did I get the word rulled from? The world may never know.

So I fixed my article so it hopefully makes sense. So... that's up now. Sorry.

Oh yeah. One more thing. Tyrant? You know how you said Ben Franklin wrote the original Declaration of Independence and all? Have you stopped to wonder why Jefferson's was used over Franklins? Maybe Franklin's really sucked.

Just food for thought. :)

Oh, and on the day late thing, MFO is, indeed, updated. New articles galore, more Bippy, the Blame is updated, the buttons on the main menu all lead to current, up to date links... it's happy time.

Enjoy.

Okay, sorry for being a day late. Thank the assholes at the IT department here. See, the fucking Internet access hadn't worked once since I got back from my weekend at Hellbunny's new pad at UC Davis, right? So I go over there to ask the fuckwads what's up and they give me a bunch of runaround, claim that they need my jack number and can't look it up despite having the database right there, and make me walk all the way home, look up the jack number, and call them. Then they make me tell them all my network settings and ping their idiot server and release my DHCP lease and renew it... all stuff I had already done. It's pretty fucking clear I know more about networking than this moron. The real kicker is his solution. He wants me to bring my computer over there so they can look at it. Fuck them. They just want an excuse to invade my privacy, looking for personal documents or pirated stuff to try and blackmail me or nail me or something. So, I made up my mind that I wouldn't bring my box over there the next day. The asshole insisted it was something on my end and not on their end. I couldn't have brought it over yesterday, because the dick gave me so much runaround that despite being there an hour before closing time, I could not be "assisted" (read: fucked in the ass) by them yesterday.

The best part?

Magically my Internet connecton works just fine today. Guess what? You assholes didn't need to snoop around my computer. It was something you morons did on your end. Fucking pricks. I fucking told you so.

Yeah, like you need my box to fucking install a new driver, anyway. And that was definitely not the problem, regardless. There's this wonderful invention called removable media. In modern times these typically take the form of compact discs or possibly diskettes. YOU DON'T NEED MY FUCKING BOX. EVER.

GOD. These people are SO incompetent. Thank you, Microsoft, for certifying fucking retards like this.

I guarantee you these fuckshits don't have Cisco certification. See, that actually requires you to know something and be able to, I don't know... administer a network. Fuck.