Um.

I need to stop watching M*A*S*H. I keep having Hawkeye/Frank Burns thoughts.

Eh?

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There are Sex Pistols on my desktop! Mmmmm. Urge to slash ... rising ... God, it's been a year and a half since I wrote Playtime! And you know, with the Queen's Golden Jubilee coming up, it's also gonna be the 25th anniversary of punk, so there'll be lots of opportunities to tape footage of them. I'm thinking snippets may be the way to go. I don't need another full-fledged bunny. Maybe I'll try to abuse Georgina's Improv toy a little.

Still nothing new on the FPS front. Le sigh.

And in completely seperate news, I really like TechTales, but it's rather hard for me to take these "superior computer beings" seriously when they can't seem to grasp a simple concept like punctuations. Or grammar. Or spelling. Or comprehensive sentences!

I've done about half an hour of actual work today. Woo. Somebody make an entry before I go insan