Aug. 23rd, 2009
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Aug. 23rd, 2009 06:22 pmbloop. I keep writing in the wrong manner; I initially gained me mates reading this because of the music, but now my friends are more broadly distributed, and everybody and their elbow is a creator.
I don't want to just post links to other people's stuff, though, that's arse.
I shall make other stuff.
Someone buy me a reprap.
I'll make dildos the like of which you humans haven't inserted.
or, you know. desk-weights shaped like otters.
I don't want to just post links to other people's stuff, though, that's arse.
I shall make other stuff.
Someone buy me a reprap.
I'll make dildos the like of which you humans haven't inserted.
or, you know. desk-weights shaped like otters.
You Know You're A Fucking Geek When
Aug. 23rd, 2009 06:43 pm#9438: Hotdogs.

You make yourself a hotdog while either drunk or otherwise adventurous, adding numerous experimental sauces to the hotdog.
When finished, it looks like what Ford proffers Arthur on the Vogon ship.

When eaten, it causes you to exclaim that the Dentrassi must REALLY hate the Vogons, despite the fact that you pretty much administered this horror-food to yourself.
Extra points if, while struggling to consume this vile food, you shake your head knowingly and secretly allow yourself to imagine that you're the universe-weary Ford Prefect.

You make yourself a hotdog while either drunk or otherwise adventurous, adding numerous experimental sauces to the hotdog.
When finished, it looks like what Ford proffers Arthur on the Vogon ship.

When eaten, it causes you to exclaim that the Dentrassi must REALLY hate the Vogons, despite the fact that you pretty much administered this horror-food to yourself.
Extra points if, while struggling to consume this vile food, you shake your head knowingly and secretly allow yourself to imagine that you're the universe-weary Ford Prefect.