"sup. i'm considering starting a new business and might go to swsx music. thoughts?"
“Another company??? What is this one? To facilitate the detonation of large explosives I hope. If so, save me a position.
And how can you not have much money saved? Have you been drinking to excess again?Anyhow, I’m not sure what SXSWSQSZ is but the acronym sounds like a bro-party. But those can be fun, and if you really need to get out I would suggest it. The worst case is that it’s a total sausage fest and you’ll have lots to complain about in colorful language. If you start this explosive company by then you can sponsor the event by BBQing sausages over large propane tanks being blown up.Just a thought. Not sure why I’m suddenly fascinated with the idea of explosions.”
“The situation got so bad for the security company that HBGary, the company which partially owns HBGary Federal, sent its president Penny Leavy into the Anonymous IRC chat rooms to swim with the sharks—and to beg them to leave her company alone. (Read the bizarre chat log.) Instead, Anonymous suggested that, to avoid more problems, Leavy should fire Barr and “take your investment in aaron’s company and donate it to BRADLEY MANNINGS DEFENCE FUND.””—http://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/news/2011/02/how-one-security-firm-tracked-anonymousand-paid-a-heavy-price.ars
I don’t suck. I build hella shit. Sometimes I break shit. But not your shit. I get in and out of trouble. I appreciate the finer points of scrappy roommates. I am kind, and generous. praise satan! I am a baller, kind sirs, a baller.
Here’s how its gonna be: you call me NOW, because otherwise I have to take a spot with one of the kindly but dull citizens who’s rooms I’ve looked at, or i’m gonna end up sleeping on the corner of valencia and 19th where there’s a wind break and a park to poop in. I am at the element hostel, I can walk over in 5 minutes.
BOILERPLATE: For 26 years I have survived the fear, soldered, stitched, crafted, designed fast sailboats, tinkered, philandered, washed myself with magnificent organic soap, chanted, been all sorts of lame, programmed microcontrollers, read heady tomes, made plywood water tanks, crashed bicycles, erected puppet show shrines to yggdrasil and st francis, built kites, nourished my body upon the dumpsters of the world, designed $100 laptops for kids, and generally and mostly succesfully fled from witches
In conclusion: my money is good. let me occupy your living room. I’m crashed at the element hostel, I can walk over in 5 minutes.