Wednesday, 30 November 2011
This VINO TINTO is fucking nice.
It’s like something from the hill towns back home.1 Mama likes it. Beto likes it. Frankie would like it. And so would Charlie and others of good, refinati taste buddies.
You don’t need to be from back home to appreciate a good vine. You can ask my friend B.B. King of *nix sysadmin. He ain’t from here, and he likes it a lot.
There’s strength and CHARACTER inside the bottle and glass, not a waft of a flowery bouquet piece of shit that came outta the front end of a back-to-front cow from a no-name valley.
This is of MOUNT FALCON. SAGRANTINE.
Just read that fucking name up there. It relates to prey, to meat, to religiosi devotione and deep dark red hue. It also has the following written on the back:
Nessuna persona di Mount Falcon, o di suo distretto ardisca, o presuma delle uve proprie, o di altrui cogliere, né portare avanti le vendembie sopra tre graspi in pena di 5 soldi per qualsivoglia graspo.
Statuti di Mount Falcon, 1424
This basically means they’ll fucking shoot you if you go around peddling this wine for less than it’s worth. So don’t even think about it.
There’s fucking sulfites, too. Which sometimes give Jimmy a headache, but that’s not SAGRANTINO’s fault. You gotta take things in MODERATION in life, most of the time, to keep your body fit and healthy.
This vino is not good—it’s fucking great. Jimmy’s enjoying a glass right now, and you should too. Jimmy hopes you have good taste.
1 Hey. Guess what? It is.
Friday, 18 November 2011
Hello? Is on? Jimmy doesn’t know what happened.
It went on.
And more of it.
The weather changed. The streets were not the same.
But deep down the light was there and something was happening.
People change. People stay the same. In good ways. And this thing called living goes on.
You stop to count.
And time stops and birds fly and fucks cross the wrong side of town at the wrong time and then they’re gone.
That’s why you need to live life. Now. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. Now.
What the fuck. Gotta stop WAXING PHILOSOPHICAL.
Jimmy’s back. Jimmy’s here. Jimmy out.
Saturday, 3 September 2011
There are lots of sites on the internet that have links called ‘XML’, ‘ASS’ or ‘Atomico’ all over the fucking place. These tell you that you can find out about updates to the fucking site such as latest articles or latest comments without having to visit the site in your web browser.
The feature is called ‘syndication’, ‘aggregation’ or ‘subscribing’, and you usually use programs such as Vienna and even your own browser to read the fucking feeds.
Jimmy Boss thinks feeds and feed readers can be useful, like when you’re tracking a discussion CAREENED into, but have the potential of being a terrible waste of time, like fucking television. Instead of mindlessly reading a bunch of shit other people say and following herd, why not go fucking CREATE something of your own?
And feed readers can encourage a hectic, super information overload life. If you’re interested in what someone has to say, go to the site and read the stuff there when you remember it exists. If you don’t, it probably wasn’t worth reading anyway!
Jimmy still around, itching, due, ready and out.
Monday, 14 February 2011
Copy PICK-OOP-LAH EXTRACTION at 41.885707,12.487882 in t-minus 18 hours +/- 30 minute window.
Wilco SQUAWK on COMMS SYSTEM +/- 90 mintues from PICK-OOP-LAH EXTRACTION to confirm PRESENTIA and LANDING ZONE coordinatos.
Beware FAST-MOVERS ‘round LZ include three-wheeler ROADSTERS sporting rear-facing HEATERS.
Bulls-eye is, uh, yeah, yeah, ball court!—on Cassia 811.
Thursday, 30 December 2010