Baxil [bakh-HEEL'], n.
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Below are the 2 most recent journal entries recorded in the "Baxil" journal:
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04:33 am
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Well, it was funny at 4:30 AM
IM convo between ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) roaminrob and I as we're trying to mash the last bugs out of the new mailserver. Context: At this point we're trying to manually wade through a number of user e-mail accounts on the system that didn't get transferred to the new box correctly, to determine whether they're in active use or need to be shut down.
Bax: (spoken) *snerk*
Rob: (spoken) What's so funny?
Bax: # alias eat='su -s /bin/sh -c "pine -p ~nccnuser/.pinerc"'
Bax: I did this just so I could type
Bax: # eat squid
Rob: # eat squid & die;
(Later)
Bax: # eat sent-mail
Bax: Hey, look, I'm Microsoft Exchange!
(The joke refuses to get old, but does turn off-color)
Bax: # eat cowboy
Bax: Starring Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal.
Rob: D-:
(Finally culminating in:)
Bax: Oh great.
Bax: The worst yet:
Bax: # eat peter
Rob: Dude.
Bax: And the worst part?
Bax: He's never used it.
Rob: Well, he has now!!
Bax: Yes, except we're about to cut it off D:
(We both bust out laughing.)
Bax: (spoken) Oh, this is so going on Livejournal.
Current Location: ~spiral
Current Mood:  punchy
Current Music: Massive Attack, "Teardrop"
Tags: chat log, wordplay, work
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06:29 pm
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Friday Night Poetry Theater
Copied from a chat log earlier tonight, for your amusement and/or edification*:
tropism: Hee. "Let's make sure the world ends with a gang-bang, not a gang-whisper."
baxil: ...
tropism: ?
baxil: Some say the world will end in gang-bang,
Some say in whispers.
From chicks I've plied with yummy cake
I know the world is hard to rape.
But if that gang does really try
Then hide your mothers and your sisters
And give them guys, 'cause then you'll see
The whispers fly
And grown men flee.
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* That's right. This poem has the power to change your name to Ed. Ha-HAH!
Current Location: ~spiral
Current Mood:  silly
Current Music: Phish, "Wolfman's Brother"
Tags: chat log, wordplay
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