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I put down my glass
The computer dude has come and gone, and I have Internet on Fabian again. Now to sweep a whole lot of crap off my desk and attempt a recreation of that elaborate construct comprised of 1) laptop, 2) speakers, 3) mouse, 4) printer, 5) external USB dock and 6) external hard drive. I swear this requires more wires to be connected to things and then connected to other things than can reasonably be expected. Someone please ask me to paint the bloody Harbour Bridge instead.
It was 38 today. I am SO glad I was inside an air-conditioned retail box.
AND tonight I introduced my brother to the wonder that is Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, the crazy Cockney criminalcock-up comedy. Words cannot describe my love for that film. And Nick Moran. But mostly that film. It nails filthy aesthetics. Nails it to the wall.
Okay, I'm off to wire up this monstrosity before the heat crawls down my throat and puts me to sleep. Ugh. Nothing is as soporific as heat.
It was 38 today. I am SO glad I was inside an air-conditioned retail box.
AND tonight I introduced my brother to the wonder that is Lock, Stock & Two Smoking Barrels, the crazy Cockney criminal
Okay, I'm off to wire up this monstrosity before the heat crawls down my throat and puts me to sleep. Ugh. Nothing is as soporific as heat.