*Phew!* I made it past Maxwell’s Demon.
*Phew!* I made it past Maxwell’s Demon. Now to go back to the other side… OH, NOES!!!
Pixel
Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.
Here’s a good prank- go into somebody’s gps and change all of their favorites so that they point to coordinates that are three miles east.
Here’s a good prank- go into somebody’s gps and change all of their favorites so that they point to coordinates that are three miles east.
Can you say grace ironically?
Can you say grace ironically?
Damn facebook and their damn privacy settings.
Damn facebook and their damn privacy settings…. Arg! If stalking is wrong, then maybe I just don’t understand social networking.
In Barcelona, where the median age is a statutory violation.
In Barcelona, where the median age is a statutory violation. This is an incremental step from Venice, where the median age was postmortem.
Day one of Prank the Secretary is going through without a hitch.
Day one of Prank the Secretary is going through without a hitch.
Gifts!
I’m going to Europe in two days, and it occurs to me that I haven’t considered what I’m going to bring people back yet. *ahem* Here are the ideas I have come up with so far: Moof – Socks. Everyone…
There’s no day like snow day.
There’s no day like snow day.
@narfna – Hey, do you have a wishlist online somewhere?
@narfna – Hey, do you have a wishlist online somewhere? For gifts and such. As thanks for the ipod.
Comics before I failed miserably at hourly comic day: 3.
Comics before I failed miserably at hourly comic day: 3.