You know your insomnia has wrought unspeakable ill upon your person, when your girlfriend forbids you to look in mirrors. I got to sleep sometime between 2:30 and 3:00 ayem, then woke at 8:45. After hardly sleeping the night before. And I was a lot more awake at 8:45 than I am right now
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Here's to the improvement of your aim.
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Here's to the improvement of your aim.
I need a bigger ion cannon.
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I can waste hours thinking about all the problems such a device would solve.
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Well, tut. Personally I'd text it as 'SF' and assume that everyone knew I wasn't talking about San Francisco.
You know...I've actually had people on Second Life think that I meant San Francisco when I used "SF." No fooling. Kids these days...or something.
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Asyde from the ynsultyng, demeanyng, Lowest-Common-Denomynator-panderyng... You know what? I just can't do it.
But it does sort of make everything look Welsh.
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*dies laughing*
You are hilarious. ^_^
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Hrm? O_o Sounds like I missed something.
And it also sounds like I should be glad I did.
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Hrm? O_o Sounds like I missed something.
And it also sounds like I should be glad I did.
Yeah. You were one of the lucky ones. Definitely.
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Please for to be enlightening me on what must be gloriously funny wank when you have time. If you like, you can just send it via email.
It may or may not go out as an AI notice. I don't have the full transcript.
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(By the way, I was informed this morning that the long-delayed check I was owed for services rendered to Science Fiction Weekly was sent today, five months after I submitted my contract. Apparently, a lot of angry mail from very good people helped resolve a situation where legal action would have failed. In a strange way, it's a pity: I was so looking forward to outing Bonnie's personal E-mail address and phone number if I didn't get my damn check.)
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There's no way that Bonnie would pass up the chance to piss on Skiffy's core audience for years more.
I honestly thought she'd crawled off to haunt some other corporate sewer. Ah, well.
In a strange way, it's a pity: I was so looking forward to outing Bonnie's personal E-mail address and phone number if I didn't get my damn check.
I am well aware of that odd sort of victory, when, well, sure you've won and all, but you really wanted to push the Big Red Button.
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