October 2007
4 posts
i can’t listen to bouncy rhythmic music as i work because i find myself trying to type in time to it. i half my productivity and somehow seem to include crescendos
its only a matter of time until the decemberists release a song about a chaffinch falling in love with a mermaid
her: ur so cute i could jus hug u to death
me: umm
me: i'd have mixed feelings about that
“i’ve got ham but i’m not a hamster”
– bill bailey to the tune of “all these things that i’ve done”
August 2007
2 posts
July 2007
23 posts
“sod it, I’m going to learn python”
– me
“is Hysteria a love song?”
– me
wd40 - 1997 uses →
“its really pretty in a cool and wooly and sepia kind of way”
– cj on Mongolia
barometers furth.
girl: okay, it's nice and clean now. i've given it a long, hard polish
guy: he he he
girl: i'm going to stab you. you do know that?
“if i could be a god of anything, it would either be potatoes or leaves”
– me
barometers cont'd
girl: it looks like someones played with the nuts
guy: he he he
girl: for a cobbler, you've got a very dirty mind
barometers
girl: could you take a look at my barometer?
guy: he he he
girl: it's not a euphemism
“The main difference between me and you: I write this.”
– me
“I don’t want to live in a world where cake is poisoned.”
– me
June 2007
12 posts
“Crane operators are over-compensating.”
– me
“Walrus + Uterus = Walterus”
– me
Petrov and Bob - Part I
There was a woman. She was a happy woman. She was a pregnant woman. Inside her tummy, there was… a scone. People don’t keep babies in tummies silly. They keep them in pockets. Inside her pockets dwelled a lot of fuzz.
I’m a bit sketchy on the details but essentially, inside of her was a little boy. The woman decided that he should be called Petrov.
When it came to the little...
“Everyday I care a little bit less about current affairs.”
– me
