Yet another long delay between posts. Terrible, terrible.
Not as bad as the fact that it’s been… a fortnight? That I’ve been planning on shaving, and I still haven’t gotten there. Beardy-Mc’Beardo has got to go, but I just haven’t got the firepower to git’m gone.
I had a dream last night/this morning, and I actually made a point of trying my best not to forget it. I’ve been actively trying to remember my dreams, you see, but that’s another story. My dream this morning? The President (Not any president that I actually know of, just that he was The PRESIDENT’n’shit.) commanding a bunch of tanks via super-duper spy satellites, and getting them all destroyed. However, there were survivors from the tanks, and some other guys? And so they went on to the objective; but all they found was like, deeply scorched walls. Think like, if a velociraptor had lightsabre claws, and had been running around and fly-kicking the walls. Big deep melty cuts.
Dammnit, now I’m thinking of… pork chops, and melted cheese? Shit just gets weirder.
For more actual details on my life – currently working casually at a place doing general IT support. Potentially will solidify into a permanent position. For now, I just work like slave-dog. ‘Liam! Fetch monitors! Set them up! Good boy! Fix the printer! Fix my email! Fix my phone!’
In Soviet Russia, Computer plays You!
Yeah, I’m tired. Deal.
I’m so darn sick of the election. I mean, I knew it was going to be long and painful but –come-on-, this is getting ridiculous. Abbott; you’re a giant douche and I don’t like you. Gillard, you’re a turd sandwich and I don’t like you either. Dishonourable mention - B.Brown, you’re a douche-sandwich. –No, I don’t know how that would work. I’m sure it’s unpleasant though-
