And don't you forget it.
But in the meantime, go visit GapingVoid and buy me some blogcards as a token of your affection.
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Friday, January 30, 2004
Bloody IRC. Can't get anything done for the interesting chitchat in #joiito and #cym. I'm going to have to get the better of it soon, just as soon as I've delt with Orkut.
Must stop playing on the internet. I have scripts to review, my own to edit, boxes to pack (up to 30 packed now), and blogs to write!
Aaah, timesinks. Dontcha love 'em?
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Via Neil Gaiman comes news of a pickled Victorian baby dragon, found in a jar full of formaldehyde at the back of someone's garage.
It may be a fake, but it's such a cute fake! Whoever did it might have been intending to defraud the British scientific community by passing it off as the real thing, but it's a shame they were born a hundred odd years ago, because they'd do well as a fantasy sculptor now.
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The one time I'm not being force-fed a steady diet of Fox News and Gary Turner goes and gets interviewed on it! Isn't that just typical? Mind you, maybe it's better that way. My squeals of excitement at seeing Gary on tv could possibly have broken windows for miles around, and that wouldn't be useful in this weather.
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