At times, I’m a carbon conveyor
Mr. Xenon, would you please be my mayor?
You’ll be doing us a really big favor
Boy uranium has a lot of flavor
When it comes to decay lead is your savior
Follow tin for the heavy behavior
This is all incredibly (funny, and) poignant, and, as a programmer, I agree. But any career has its level of trimming Satan’s pubes, and I’m really happy to be trimming my share.
Yet it still happens. OpenGameArt just recently recovered from a DDoS. If you build a better mousetrap…
The candle that burns twice as bright will burn your fucking house down
Narcissism defined.
Sounds like we gotta make a trip to the Dictionary Of Obscure Sorrows https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/
The one thing these games have in common…
… Is Matt Turk.
Resonance by Odyssey starts playing
Convoys are sooo 2020.
The smell of the air conditioner wall unit at my mother’s old house. Musky. They were kept out in the garage, and my dad has no sense of smell. He would just put them in the windows and turn them on.
When I came home from school and got hit with the cold air, the smell, I knew it was summer. Yeah, sure, there’s probably a fungus in my brain that drives me towards the highest points I can find to release my spores, but, damn, it smelled like freedom.
I had to get out of there! I faked an attack of scurvy.
Scurvy… Works every time.
Open up a pack and letmepourinthemilk
I dunno, some bring me down
Go back to my dealer and get more
Oh, that’s an idea. I have it currently listing the company on the top, and position below. Maybe I should swap the two…
The Charge Of The Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson!
It’s been my mantra and my battlecry for the past few years now. Love it.