Some tiff between the English Soccer team and the FA took up most of Sky News this morning. Demonstrated to me that the world is inherently ridiculous. That, combined with cooking last night, a bath before bed, good sleep and some odd dreams1, have restored me to my normal inhumanly cheerful self.
Some clown on TH is disputing my translation of an Irish term. I crack my knuckles at him, and will reply when I can be bothered.
1I regard dreaming of people running from me screaming "Nooo! The Trousers!" to be odd. You?
Some clown on TH is disputing my translation of an Irish term. I crack my knuckles at him, and will reply when I can be bothered.
1I regard dreaming of people running from me screaming "Nooo! The Trousers!" to be odd. You?
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Funny how, even though I haven't been subscribed to TH for two or three years, I know who the clown is.
"Listen, Mr. Brain Surgeon, don't tell me about brain surgery. I have dozens of books on brain surgery that I fully intend to read someday!"
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Sorry, I'm lost here... while I read Megatokyo, I'm not aware of any username-requiring bit of it?