Well, it seems that the Anti-Idiotarian Rottweilers no longer have their Imperial Insult Generator. I am given to understand by my mother that the person who created Version 1.0 took it down in heartbroken despair after Mr. Moonbat-Supreme Kerry lost to our good President Bush. I could be wrong. I rather do hope so, but I doubt it. The likelihood is that it was more along the lines of a pot-hazed, liquor-stupified college student "I voted Green to get laid and didn't get any!" temper tantrum. (Who, me, know too much about my age-group? Naaaah. You can ignore a lot in a dorm room. It requires an iron will, lots of tasteful music (read: classical) at loud volumes, headphones, and virtual crack -- er, I mean, MUD/MUSHing. Substitute Half-Life where appropriate. Off-topic comment: Setting trip wires across the hallway so that the nightly drunken stagger race participants fall flat on their faces/butts is Not Nice. No, I didn't do that. No, really. I didn't. I just heard it happen outside of my doorway. Honest.)
Anyhow, I found mom googling for insult generators for her to "tweak" to A.I. Rottweiler satisfaction. As no child willing lets her mother use someone else's code if at all possible (a la "Friends don't let friends wear speedos. Ever."), I instantly volunteered to create something easy to update to add new imperial insults.
Half an hour of code-time, and four hours for a trip into Houston for an interview and back, and here's the result:
Drop me an email here for comments, suggestions, or whatnot. Good luck wishes for the interview would be greatly appreciated. On that note, so would a million dollars or a place in the astronaut training program. But what are the chances?
