My journal should probably read (v): awesomesaucery, but Rigel!speak trumps grammatical accuracy
*sadface* In which I learn that, yes, there is a character limit for post titles.
Alas, for the chronically-verbose-or-just-really-addicted-to-run-on-hyphenated-sentences-such-as-my-sparkling-but-not-in-the-vampire-sense-though-really-it-would-be-kind-of-excellent-to-have-the-skin-of-a-killer-to-~angst~-over-and-oooh-think-of-the-excellent-tacky-shiny-stuff-I-could-then-accessorise-with-but-I-digress-self.
:D
I has a new phone *is terrified of it* I swear it is capable of beaming thoughts directly into people's brains and will possibly cause the uprise of the machines at some later date due to it being sentient and all (it anticipates my needs based on my usage *is freaked out a tad by this*)
However, I am a total luddite when it comes to phones. I have an irrational hatred and dislike for them that stems from being accosted by the bakelite monstrosity (that had a ring dial! Thats how old I am, or that might possibly be more of a reflection of my parentals resistance to change "Touch Pad! What is this magic??) that fell off the wall onto my pinkie toe as a seven year old (and clearly rather impressionable) child.
I have horrified the fraternal by using its whizz-bang features to *glee* play incessant games of Bubble (YEAH! High score of 732!)
And now, rather than quoting some bad!porn at you. I shall offer up a scene that always makes me grin from one of my all time faves.
( Heee! )
Alas, for the chronically-verbose-or-just-really-addicted-to-run-on-hyphenated-sentences-such-as-my-sparkling-but-not-in-the-vampire-sense-though-really-it-would-be-kind-of-excellent-to-have-the-skin-of-a-killer-to-~angst~-over-and-oooh-think-of-the-excellent-tacky-shiny-stuff-I-could-then-accessorise-with-but-I-digress-self.
:D
I has a new phone *is terrified of it* I swear it is capable of beaming thoughts directly into people's brains and will possibly cause the uprise of the machines at some later date due to it being sentient and all (it anticipates my needs based on my usage *is freaked out a tad by this*)
However, I am a total luddite when it comes to phones. I have an irrational hatred and dislike for them that stems from being accosted by the bakelite monstrosity (that had a ring dial! Thats how old I am, or that might possibly be more of a reflection of my parentals resistance to change "Touch Pad! What is this magic??) that fell off the wall onto my pinkie toe as a seven year old (and clearly rather impressionable) child.
I have horrified the fraternal by using its whizz-bang features to *glee* play incessant games of Bubble (YEAH! High score of 732!)
And now, rather than quoting some bad!porn at you. I shall offer up a scene that always makes me grin from one of my all time faves.
( Heee! )