Where’s the peanut butter?!

Clearly I need to add search to my blog. I’m trying to find an entry
I wrote a while ago about how to set up a printer that generates PDF
files but neither href="http://search.msn.com/results.aspx?q=redmon+site%3Apsoul.com&FORM=QBHP">MSN
nor href="http://www.google.com/search?q=redmon+site:psoul.com">google
could find it. Three cheers for href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=redmon+site%3Apsoul.com&sm=Yahoo%21+Search&fr=FP-tab-web-t&toggle=1&cop=&ei=UTF-8">Yahoo,
which DID track down href="http://www.psoul.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi/computers/pdfwriter.html">the
entry I was looking for. But I shouldn’t need to jump through a
bunch of search engines like this. One might say I should get my site
properly registered so this isn’t such a problem, but then that would
just attract more href="http://www.psoul.com/index.cgi/commentspam2.html">comment
spam and from someone who is halfway dedicated to circumventing
the simple security check I hacked to prevent this.

UPDATE 2005.10.26 Whoa - neat

It was one year ago today that I wrote that original howto. What a
wild coincidence!

I was at a halloween party last weekend when someone said they didn’t
know if there was much, if any, political music coming out lately. It
just so happens that last week Propagandhi released their fourth full
length album, Potemkin City Limits which is chock full of jams
set to rouse the rabble. Take the lead track “A Speculative Fiction”
as testament and put those worries to rest:

A new iron curtain drawn across the 49th parallel.
Cut all diplomatic ties as we expel
all American dignitaries and issue a nation-wide
travel advisory for any others left inside.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

The burned out shells of south-bound traffic lay
strewn along a cold stretch of would-be interstate.
Still visible below their charred remains: Pax Americana plates.

Your stupid fucking laser-pucks. were just the start.

And while you may stand six full cubits and a span,
we got a shepherd’s sling and five stones in our hand
and the battle of 1812 lives in our hearts.

We don’t care if we’re destroyed. We’ll never capitulate.
We’ll take the whole fucking world down with us in flames.

Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.

We got a good 15 years left ’til the United We Stand
murals on West Broadway finally fade
and we wave good-bye to your sad, childish refrains.
Exchanged for other stupid lullabies
like you can have my guns when you pry them from my cold dead hands.

Just a speculative fiction. No cause for alarm.

Propagandhi are like the precocious lovechild of Phil Ochs and
NOFX. Go href="http://fatwreck.com/albumdetail.php3?&cat_num=683">buy their new
album, go see them at href="http://www.neumos.com/1119.html">Neumo’s next month (if you
live in Seattle), and please mosh for Jesus.