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5.1.07 A
nun, a priest and a whore walk into a bar...
Which one
are you? At last some new
flesh...
I've been stalking this beauty for a while now... she's up to
something... I like women with skeletons in their closets.
Maybe we can hook up and repopulate the world with super-Sids?
Or maybe we can just play around.... come to me, my little spooky babe...
4.1.07
A Whole New World
Well, well,
well.... look what we have here. Do my eyes decieve me? DBB
redux?
Am I seeing double? Of course not, you silly little
lemmings. But you might be. Imagine, a whole new
world....well that might be going a bit far... Let's say, a whole new
pond for me to dip my little piggies into. Oh Happy Day.
And
remember... if you can see me, I can see you too, love doves. Boo!
3.2.07
Let's just file this under: "Guess who's been a naughty boy?"
Now if you
only had the intellect to figure out which pies I've got my gooey
blue tentacles into...
4.10.06
You can never have too
much of a good thing.
4.1.06 Fools
Rush In...
Choose your
favorite metaphor, my darlings. 'Candy from a baby',
perchance..... 'Fish in a barrel', mayhap..... 'March
of the lemmings' is my own personal favorite. (Though I
admit that particular metaphor is a tad degrading to the poor
lemmings. Humans are far less clever. They smell worse,
too.) But back to my point... and I always have at least
one of those, love doves. Siddy has been naughty,
but what else is a boy to do? April is the month for fools,
after all. And there was no shortage of those to be found.
However, one day simply wasn't enough time for all the beautiful
havoc and destruction I'd planned
to unfold. I needed more. One cannot rush
perfection. What can I say? Brilliance a such curse....
10.17.05
It's nearly Halloween again.
As one might
guess, I have such pleasant memories of last year's little bash.
Mmmmmm....... I can still hear the screams. Music to my
ears. Trick or treat, love doves. Do stick your hand in
and grab something.... sweet. This year, Siddy's got
goodies for every last one of you.
9.2.05
Not really much of a MYSTERY,
now was it?
Chalk up
another few victims for the Sidster. Poor dead Biebe.
Poor fragile Clarity left out in the bitter cold all by herself.
Boo hoo. I could say my work here is done, but I am just
getting warmed up. SID - 1 Alaska - 0 Let it snow,
let it snow, let it snow.....
6.1.05
Ezboard really was easy.
Awwww....
Did your poor widdle world come crashing down around
you? Come on. You all know that pathetic box O'Leary put
me in wouldn't hold me forever... and there's nothing I love more
than mayhem and destruction on a grandiose scale. You know how
I adore an audience, folks. Why bother with one puny human when
I can have an entire network to terrorize? Yes, boys and girls,
they haven't yet made a backup (or a backside) that I can't slip into
in some way or another. Backdoors are my specialty, after
all. It sure is a pity about all those posts, now isn't
it? Gee, I think I'm going to cry....
I do so love
to be me.
11.16.04
Fall of an Angel.
"Of
all the days to be without a computer.'
Chalk up
another victim for the Sidster. You think it's just people I
love to infect with my special brand of ME? Try again,
sweetheart. I found your sad little computer quite homey.... Or
rather, I should say I found it an interesting window into your
pathetic little world.
Jack calls
THAT a big gun? My, my... he is a relic, isn't he?
'Nobody
knows the trouble I've seen.... Nobody knows my sorrow....'
Heh. What can I say? Siddy likes to watch. Almost
as much as he likes to play. I suppose I should say I'm sorry
about that residue I left behind on your processor. But
I'm not. Now that's what I call a virus! Maybe I should
have used a Trojan? Nah..... I'd rather just settle for my big
blue worm....
11.14.04
The Love Muscle Flexes.
I have made
my opening bid.
Hermitage Red. The Taillevent. The Opéra....
and the best part.... ME. Will I be lucky, lucky, lucky?
I think no. I don't deal in luck, love doves. I deal in
probables. Numbers. Concrete calculations..... which are,
of course, yet another set of laws waiting to be broken. And
you do know how much I love to break things.
Come to
Papa, Carol......
10.31.04
Halloween. Treats and Tricks.
SIDDY was a
naughty boy. Made a bit of a ruckus down the pub. See for
yourself.... You do know how I enjoy a good SCREAM!!!!
I had to eat a bit of crow in the aftermath. That's crow not
CROWE, love doves. Only a temporary setback. Expected, of
course. I'm so far ahead of how you philistines think....
Still, I wanted a shot
for posterity. Enjoy. I did.
Welcome to
the desert of the real.......
8.13.04
Friday the thirteenth. Freaky, baby.
Ahh.... the
new digs. They blow. Just a bit of work; some blood
splashed around... a few bodies under the porch... and I'll feel
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