Wat.I wake up @ 2:30 and this idiot is on my dash.I’m going back to sleep. Wake me when the world gets saner.
Wat.
I wake up @ 2:30 and this idiot is on my dash.
I’m going back to sleep. Wake me when the world gets saner.
Wat.
I wake up @ 2:30 and this idiot is on my dash.
I’m going back to sleep. Wake me when the world gets saner.
A story in which this:
“It’s time to do the right thing!”
“By which you mean commit a major felony.”
“Think of it as a series of 208 rapidly successive misdemeanors!”
Occurs.
“This is not right,” said Sara.
“It is legal, sweetheart,” said Daddy. They both knew it, but he had to remind her. Her near-reality orbit frequently ignored things like that which was legal.
“That which is legal
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Happy Birthday, Sir Terence David John Pratchett (otherwise known as Terry Pratchett/Pterry)
28th April 1948
Happiest of birthdays, indeed. And lots of love from a fan who’s been following since Equal Rites.

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Anywhere in the story, possibly as a result of a situation originating from Forge tinkering:
If we can confirm its existence, then it interacts with the physical world. If it interacts with the physical world, we can, theoretically, blow it up.
“Sara Louise Adrien, what a surprise seeing you here,” said the Doctor. He’d just literally run into her as the worlds changed.
“Ah,” said Sara. “You again.”
“Still dimension-hopping?”
“Yes,
Read more »Whoever said words can’t hurt you has never been pegged with a dictionary.
Sara was drawn to the child’s tears. She knew that kind of crying, having done a lifetime of it herself.
“Something the matter, dear?”
“…go ‘way.”
Sara knelt. “I promise I won’t tell you that you’re overreacting if you promise not to tell me I can’t understand.”
The kid looked up.
Read more »My best beloved and chief source of angst claims that a duct tape wallet I have designed is going to be impossible to build.
Their basis of evidence? The fact that no-one has done it before.
This is a three-fold wallet/clutch with a fold-out area for excess cards (I get lots of the bastards) and two money/paper pockets and a zipper coin holder.
I have been unable to find instructions for the clutch of my dreams and I despise video
Read more »What ingredients does it take to make you?
Leticia is made of tree bark, acid, and starlight. With a dash of AMERICA.
InterNutter is made of poison, papers, and Justice. With a dash of new school.
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THIS MADE ME CRY WITH JOY
This is perfection…
Omigob… what is air?
Read more »RAF WWII slang: Exdigitate - get your finger out.
(#00113)
There are days when it was fun and exciting to be married to a genius. This was not shaping up to be one of them.
“Come along, darling, you need breakfast.”
Todd opened an eye. There was bacon and eggs and -sweet heaven, thank you- coffee gently steaming on his bedside table. “Mrghl…”
“Exdigitate, dear.”
“Mnnnh…”
Sara dragged him upright and gently
Read more »A line for Mort: Do us a favor Luv, Stick yer ‘ead in a bucket a kick it!
They say war makes strange bedfellows. Few were stranger than Wanda and Pietro Maximov. Even Mort could see they were sibs. And even he picked up on a creepy level of involvement between them. But that didn’t concern him, now.
What concerned Mort was the whippy figure currently strapped to an upright column from neck to toe. When she spoke, she
Read more »“If at first you don’t succeed, label it version 1.0.”
“Fuck this fucking thing to fucking fuck!”
“Problems?”
“Why did we release this stupid piece of shit?”
Andrews peered over Laslie’s shoulder. “Oh. That. Budget overruns. Time under-runs. Figgis-fiddis. You name it, that one had it. I think we all ended up calling that one Project Icarus at the end.”
“Doomed to crash and burn?”
Read more »SOMEONE SAID IT.
Fuck yea!
Nailed it.
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This happens to artists a lot. When drawing the emotion/expression they wish to convey, that same expression also comes out in their faces.
I do this when writing expressions.
I also laugh out loud at my own jokes. And I have a really maniacal laugh. A megalomaniacal laugh. A real, genuine, no-mister-Bond-I-expect-you-to-die evil EVIL laugh.
And, to add the icing to the cake, I sometimes mutter choice phraseology. Either to test how it tastes [words have flavour! It’s true.
Read more »Anywhere in the story: “There is no font size big enough to describe the ‘oh shit’ that is about to occur.”
The body corporate had done it. They’d finally leashed the beast of their own making. They controlled the internet. And there wasn’t even time to celebrate.
“Now, we need to start talking about the three 'sisses’. Censorship, sponsorship, and shill. Every single page, every site, every last goddamn corner of the
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