What a bunch of fucking geeks. Stuck up, nitpicking bastards who can’t write. Unreal.
[edit: this is apparently called the bold, revert, discuss cycle. Drawn, apparently, from observation of how European countries worked their borders out over the last five hundred years.)
This is just here for the user name. The real one’s over here.
- Chris
I’m the youngest at work now. Raaa.
This is fucked up. They upgraded the scans round here, so I can see my old flat half-finished and I can see my dad’s fucking car in the drive in Ayr.
(ha. If I get any google juice for that I’ll cry.)
I’m developing a real taste for Beck’s. I can also see me getting a couple of fried rices tonight, which is BAD NAUGHTY. My diet has completely gone to shit, mostly due to the fact that I love the beer *hard*.
Still.
Machine is still freezing; GAY. I’m hoping it’s a power management issue, but I know in my heart of hearts it isn’t. The next box is going to be hermetically sealed, oh yes.
Where are we now?
* flat is a tip. Tidy totally today.
* blog is nice. Yay. Make sure it validates.
* Firefox is being SO GAY. I need to shift to a places build.
* Need to reorder lappy. This scares me.
* need to book mum’s tickets. will phone her tonight.
* need to wash all clothes everywhere.
* spag for dinner.
The best things truly do come to those who wait.
A medium heat over a long time is a bad idea. A low heat (low as sensibly possible) produces super results for the whole family.
Fucking XGL, by the way.
