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Just remembered today that my lad spent much of his second year at school in a conspiratorial huddle with a similarly disgruntled bespectacled buddy, complaining about homework... and working on the blueprints for a homework-doing robot.
I should have just rented them a garage in Palo Alto and left them to get on with it, eh?
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Where's everybody gone?
Some of us were.. camping.
Jolisa, got to meet your brother in passing over the weekend - collecting the set.
similarly disgruntled bespectacled buddy
But would your lad be Woz or Jobs?
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would your lad be Woz or Jobs?
He's a bit of a style freak, so perhaps the Jobs end of the spectrum -- a resemblance only enhanced by the megalomania that comes from living, like all lucky children, at the absolute geographical centre of the universe.
(Each a different universe, I suppose, otherwise it would be a very crowded centre.)
got to meet your brother in passing over the weekend - collecting the set
Next: Public Address trading cards. With bubblegum.
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"Next: Public Address trading cards. With bubblegum."
Surely that is a strange typo for "With single malts.Or whatever turns you on."?
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Next: Public Address trading cards. With bubblegum.
Finally some entrepreneurship from you lot. You've gotz to start cashing in on the fan base or I swear I will, bootleg style.
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Surely that is a strange typo for "With single malts.
Islander, you would have fair boggled at the range of those on the table over the weekend. Though probably not at their facilitiating effect on many conversations and negotiations.
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(Curses!
Tho' my decision not to go was quite wise in retrospect - my broken-in-3-places (it is discovered belatedly) right arm just wouldnt've been up to the driving involved.
But - ah! the soothing qualities - nay! *healing* qualities - of single malts. Barley & peat & water and the alchemy of human skill and time...) -
Wise decision alright. My whole body hurts (but oh how my mind has expanded). Always another chance..
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Be it so.
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Where's everybody gone?
They went to Foo camp.
The basterds!
They didn't invite all of us - I'd've helped wash dishes honest.
And they've been back a whole day and haven't spilled any of the goss'
makes ya think they don't love us no more.
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They found people who are more stimulating than us, and must be outgrowing us as we speak. Isn't that how all relationships end?
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Isn't that how all relationships end?
Not with a bang, but a whimper...
(Although I did greatly enjoy the Camus limericks.)
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Oh and to be randomly on thread
Wonderful post Jolisa. Scary and sad at the same time.
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Isn't that how all relationships end?
Not with a bang, but a whimper...heat death then...
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Max. Entropyps: here is the blueprint for the next set of National's National Standards - Checkout chic...
and shelf-help courses anyone? -
That needs to be complemented with this recent offering from The Onion.
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And they've been back a whole day and haven't spilled any of the goss'
makes ya think they don't love us no more.
Chatham House rules ensure that information can only be passed on in the same circumstances in which it was acquired: face to face, inebriated, popping out for a smoke.
So, see me in Wellington in March.
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I went to visit entropy
but couldn't afford the entry feeWell, morning campers (oh, it's afternoon already). And I'm glad the limericks didn't go entirely unnoticed, I was starting to get loquacious limerick lassitude.
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Public Address trading cards. With bubblegum
I think I'd prefer either 'top trumps', or something like the Iraq 'most wanted' playing cards.
Although to get the requisite numbers, you'd probably have to pull in PAS regulars, or other members of the MSM or blogosphere.
And you'd have to be careful never to let the ace and eight of spades, the ace and eight of clubs, and the queen of diamonds in the same room together.
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makes ya think they don't love us no more
Sniff. We missed youse so much we came right back. And in my case, that was despite trying to come to grips with the new demands o Twitter at the same time.
I can divulge one Foo experience easily (because it was between me and my laptop): After holding out for some time I relented on Saturday.
At the exact spot in the room where I first ever flicked the switch on a computer, I signed up for Twitter.
My old computer science teacher was still roaming somewhere nearby keeping Foo online, though probably reminiscing less about the old Apple 2c and 2e units that used to fill the small lab he set up - in what is now used as the (non-computer) games room for Foo. Emma could say more about werewolf - but you might have to buy her a drink somewhere real first.
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And you'd have to be careful never to let the ace and eight of spades, the ace and eight of clubs, and the queen of diamonds in the same room together.
Cool!
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Emma could say more about werewolf - but you might have to buy her a drink somewhere real first.
*sigh* There was a game in which people failed to heed my advice to kill Keith as soon as possible, just to be on the safe side. Oh the humanity, etc.
Also, if anyone refers to me as the Angel of Death, don't panic, it's just a werewolf thing. (It should be a cocktail, though.)
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I think I'd prefer either 'top trumps', or something like the Iraq 'most wanted' playing cards.
This idea came up during the interview David H and I did with Wammo during the book tour. Custom-printing playing cards is, I have had reason to learn, hugely expensive and a massive PITA.
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This just in: Karori Normal school cancels homework in favour of reading cereal packets, tidying your bedroom, chatting about your day with parents.
*weeps with envy*
(Actually, come to think of it, I did that anyway. Just, on top of homework.)
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Isn't homework set to appease the parents rather than to help kids learn?
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see me in Wellington in March
That would require precise timing. Will be passing through wtgn twice on the way to and from driving around the Sth Island in the first two weeks of March.
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