dischord.org » Back, sort of…
So I imported all the old blog entries from Movable Type into this Wordpress installation, mucked about with some pre-made themes as I haven’t been bothered to sort a brand new one out (more on that in a sec), and here we are. Now I’ll just have to start writing some stuff again.
So yeah, a redesign. Boothy has done a new design which is ace, but I don’t know if I can be fucked figuring out yet another theme syntax for getting it to play nicely with Wordpress. So for now I’m using a theme developed by someone else (with some minor customisations) called ‘Hemingway‘ which isn’t too far from what I wanted anyway.
hello sir
nighty
28 Mar 06 at 2:13 pm
Good afternoon gentlemen.
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:19 pm
Somebody set us up the website.
nighty
28 Mar 06 at 2:20 pm
alert(’parp’);
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:21 pm
hexa is like arnie in junior
lee0x
28 Mar 06 at 2:21 pm
liampb Private First Class
Accuracy 14.71%
SPM 0.60
Suicides 4
K/D Ratio 0.21
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:24 pm
public void postComment() {
System.out.println(”hay whats up”);
}
nighty
28 Mar 06 at 2:27 pm
all you’s is gays
doggers
28 Mar 06 at 2:27 pm
HUDSON
This floor’s freezing.
APONE
Christ. I never saw such a
buncha old women. You want me
to fetch your slippers, Hudson?
HUDSON
Would you, Sir?
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:30 pm
TERMINATOR
Hey, Janelle, what’s wrong with Wolfy? I can
hear him barking. Is he okay?
JANELLE
(filtered)
Wolfy’s fine, honey. Where are you?
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:31 pm
IMMIGRATION OFFICER
Have you brought any fruits or
vegetables onto the planet?
FAT LADY
Two weeks.
He stops himself from hammering down with the seal.
IMMIGRATION OFFICER
Excuse me…?
Fat Lady covers her mouth, embarrassed.
FAT LADY
(loud)
Two weeks.
Richter glances at the Fat Lady but keeps walking toward the
exit.
EVERETT
And things are getting hot around here.
The rebels took over the refinery last
night. No turbinium’s going out.
THE FAT LADY is having some kind of fit. She keeps repeating
the same phrase over and over, each time SLOWER and MORE
DISTORTED, like a phonograph record running down. Everybody
stares at the poor woman. She holds her mouth and tries to
shut herself up.
FAT LADY
Twooo weeeks. Twoooooo weeeks.
Twooooooo weeeeeeks.
Durzel
28 Mar 06 at 2:32 pm
Now we’ll be right back after these messages, fellas grab yer nut-sacks, chics squeeze yer breasticies!
Jones is back up in the hizzousss.
fletch
29 Mar 06 at 1:38 am