January 20th, 2005


that's no wasp ...

There is a wasp the size of a planet in my office. And the only thing I have to fight back with is a tiny atomiser of Glareguard fine optics cleaner.

UPDATE: Owwww. Owww. Fucking owwwwwww.
UPDATE: I think it's time for something more direct. Where's something hefty? Ah. Unit Plan.
UPDATE: My office, where nobody will hear you scream ... ohhh, my arm hurts.
UPDATE: I should probably dispose of the wasp corpse responsibly.
UPDATE: But it's so big. And waspy. Ghuuuuh.
UPDATE: Mouse arm, inevitably. Owwww.
2020 lack of vision

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Dick and Dom slated by Peter Luff, the Conservative MP for mid-Worcestershire. Who probably has a smelly bot-bot. And bogies.

Gay Bomb! Gay Bomb! One of those stories so good, I may have to make a weekly strip out of it.

I've not spent much time recently on spam. I made an informal resolution to give up my spam for the new year. And broke it today, big-style. Nanaimo has modified to shorter poems, Random8 is still doing a good job of mixing private passions with public concerns, and there are a few new bots on the block. Several of my favourites converse altogether in thesaurusspeak:

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... you probably get the idea.

EDIT: But for those who do not: "In your area, horny lonely wives need your attention."
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