Pile of randomness with disconsolate honking. No blame.

[hirez]

I can barely articulate just how fucked up I find this. Seriously. It gives me The Fear to even look at the bloody pictures. Wrong, wrong, wrong. With a side order of get the buggery away from me. (Via BoingBoing)

Fanfic fights back. I say we nuke the bastards from low earth orbit.

(I seem to be in a strangely bloody-minded mood. It will pass, no doubt.)

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[hirez.livejournal.com]

There are degrees of everything. While I'm not the world's tidiest person, and would likely fill my living-space with random computers and interesting bits of machinery given half a chance, I'd be a lying bastard and storing up trouble for later if I didn't say "No, I'm not prepared to put up with that."

It's one of those irregular verbs: I have a lot of things, you are a victim of clutter, they are nutjob hoarders.

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[sheepthief.livejournal.com]

It's a recognised psychological disorder, though of course people can have it to varying degrees. It's when they start keeping piss in bottles and crap in the fridge that you really need to start worrying!

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[specialunclet.livejournal.com]

computers and random machinery?

good choices sir!

have got another punch-tape reader/writer with your name on it for when our paths next cross

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[hirez.livejournal.com]

Thank you. One tries.

Will this punch/reader explode in flames like the last one?

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[specialunclet.livejournal.com]

it was alright till you got it