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someone's gonna fall assfirst through the ceiling any minute now

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I just got a voice mail at work from my dad looking for Eddie "The Rockin' Jailbird" Sanchez. Insanity reigns in this family.

I'm a Lemmy. Er, lemming.

I want everyone who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.

I call bullshit

This is from a freelance proofreading job I'm working on. The book is a collection of articles, some of which aren't that bad, but the one I just finished was brutal. Check this shit out. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, dude ended with this:

The Principle of Computational Equivalence implies that the physical universe is a simulacrum engendered by computation. With the eventual proliferation of bionic beings and proto-species of genetic architecture populating the Sphere of Hypervirtuality, where the Internet will eventually be transformed into a self-synthesizing and self-organizing organ, virtual artifacts and ghostly phantoms will co-evolve with human societies in a symbiotic cooperation of freedoms. Long after she has departed from this material world, her DNA patented, encrypted and transcribed into digital archives, Madonna--the material girl--will most likely continue to sing and dance, at various scalable regimes of organization and transmutation, with all her provocative passion and seductive gestures augmented by her perpetually renewed sense of immortality. This phenomenal performance, however, will neither take place solely in the corporeal library of Borges nor represented in the incorporeal pages of the book of simulacra, but somewhere in-between--a phantasmagoric chamber of bionic proclivities that would be indistinguishable, if not undecidable, from the global Sphere of Hypervirtuality: an interconnected but discrete plenum, which will be propelled, sustained and modulated by the evolutionary dynamism of a demiurgic capitalism that is poised to flourish, with all the vicissitudes that accompany a fantasmatic dramatology of a brave new world, on the horizon of expectation. Welcome to monadology of genetic architecture on the Turing Dimension.

That's supposed to be about architecture. Yanno, like buildings and stuff.

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And then there's the use of words like "problematize." Um, how 'bout "complicate"?