She says:

"33333333333333333333aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

I came home to discover this message left waiting for you, the internets, on my laptop.

I will leave discovering the meaning of this message as an exercise to the reader.

BRRRRMP. BRRRRMP ( Read more... )

(Disclaimer: Dialogue heavily edited for amusement value. There was a lot more swearing, a lot less coherency, and I didn't really call Allyson a wench.)
Let me tell you of the events -- the DIRE EVENTS -- that unfolded this last Fourth of July ( Read more... )

Allyson is ironing some linen she is going to sew. Saga attempts to index the iron as it is heating. "No, Saga!" cries Allyson. "Not for mews! This is a very important not-for-mews distinction!"

I say, "It is VERBOTEN."

Allyson says, "Ah, but she is DEFEKTIV. She may not understand VERBOTEN."

Last night, we went out for fondue with Six. The ( Read more... )

When I was sick as a child, I would take the tiny 70s-vintage color TV into my room and watch PBS while sitting in bed. I remember a made-for-PBS special about a group of children being raised on a colony world of Earth where it rained all the time and the skies were always gray. The sun would come out over the settlement only every ten years or so ( Read more... )