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Sunday, September 21, 2003
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Can somebody please swap Blunkett's guide dog for an Aibo next time he crosses a road?
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 18:41
Friday, September 19, 2003
Friday, September 19, 2003
I just woke up with the term 'iambic pentameter' in my head, and had no idea what it meant until I googled it.
Tomorrow I want to wake up with the winning lottery numbers in my head, please.
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 11:47
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Thursday, September 18, 2003
So one person who's fairly well-known for suffering from paranoid delusions decides to indulge in spamtastic arseholery and another decides to tell everyone that Barbelith is dead (indeed, has been dead for some time now) and they don't want to be part of it anymore. True to form, Barbelith speedily disappears up its own arse worrying about what's going wrong, instead of considering the possibility that two people acting like imbeciles adds up to precisely fuck all.
Someone give me a shout when the current round of self-obsessive introspection dies down.
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 18:20
Friday, September 05, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
(Courtesy JibberX on NTSC-uk)
E. Randy Dupre's brain told him to write this at 17:14
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