Alright – I add my voice to those bitching about the new update page. An hour vanished when I hit post, with this text glaring at me in among the broken images.
Spell checked entry:
No spelling errors found
Oh yes, thank you. I feel oh so much better now. My mass compendium of links had no spelling erros. Yes, well – I knew that. Which is why I clicked on POST. This is annoying in ways that I have no words to properly express. If I were at the Studio, I would be preparing something to light on fire as you read this.
Ah well – for your edification, I re-attempt to share pictures…
Now someone please tell me I’m not the only one who sees the serious resemblance between Seattle from above and SimCity 2000? That black building looked surreal unpixelated.
When I finally got properly on top of this thing, it was just in time for a family to come into earshot. “No, darling, it’s Art, it’s not meant to be climbed on.” My unescapable laughter led them to amend it, “not until you’re bigger like that girl.”
These are two I took of Alistair. You can see his deadpan breaking just as I take the picture. On the drive back to Canada, I made a game wherin we describe the atrocious sins of the people in the vehicles around us. He thought of suitably terrible things and we played off eachothers cascading imaginations. Sometimes my friends enthrall me. I love it when I can talk with them. I spontaneously started in, “The man who drives that van picks up hitchhikers, but only boys. He ties his hair back when he goes down on them, thinking about how he would like to tie them to him forever, with thier throats slit. He likes choking them with his cock when he cums, somewhere in the rush hoping they’ll die”
And still little children like me.