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Regarding the poster: [Nov. 28th, 2008|10:42 pm]
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[mood | hot]
[music |Rue Something, The Lucksmiths]

I printed it out to stick on the wall at ProgSoc.

Before I stuck it up, though, I ran into Rel from EGG.

After I recounted the reasoning behind it, this was Rel's response.

"I think James Bond Says No To Censorship would actually be a better film than Quantum of Solace was. Some guy would start talking about the Internet as a series of tubes, and Bond would shoot him."


...Rob's response, on the other hand, was simply "If James Bond says no to censorship, he's jumped the fucking shark."


Heh.
-Mmaster
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|10:58 am]
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[mood | amused]
[music |The Rock Show, Blink-182]

*Chris and I went with my parents to Wascoe Siding on Sunday.
Chris: I didn't realise that this place had been here since 1964. If they wanted the true experience, the prices should be in pounds, shillings and pence!
Mm: It only predates decimal currency by two years...
*Mm, Mum, and Dad burst into the Decimal Currency Song
Chris: ...

Thomas: So, Will's not dead?
Mm: Not at last count...
Thomas: He was supposed to email me.
Chris: What about?
Thomas: We went out picking up girls, and I got their numbers, and he didn't. I'm happy with this arrangement, but he was supposed to email me to get them. But since he didn't, I'm assuming that he doesn't want them.
Chris: Or maybe he's just swamped with assignments?
Thomas: Chris, Margaret's going to back me up when I say that "Girls are more important than assignments"...
Mm: ...


*Brian is testing a photography program Rob is writing for him, taking bursts of photos with his SLR
Brian: Margaret, your hand looks good in that one.
Mm: ...It's a hand...
Rob: I think I'll leave you two alone for a minute...
Mm: ...What?!? *prods Rob a lot*
Rob: Sod off!
Mm: ...You're the one saying sod off?!?
Brian: This is why I don't antagonise Margaret any more...


-Mmaster
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Hooray for the single entendre. [Sep. 24th, 2008|01:05 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Paranoid, Black Sabbath]

*Rob is working in the ProgSoc room. Suddenly he gets up and twirls a Fire Twirling Stick around his head before putting it back down again.
*Mm raises an eyebrow
Rob: I'm thinking.
Mm: Thinking with a Big Stick?
Rob: Don't most males?

-Mmaster

PS: Is it just me that thinks that those creepy creatures from the Save Your Sensible ads most resemble a piece of anatomy not well known for its intelligence?
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I don't want to be awake. [Jul. 16th, 2008|05:35 am]
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[mood | tired]
[music |Tree, The Lucksmiths]

Thomas: A great present to give people is a bag full of 5c pieces. It probably has the same monetary value as the $20 note, but they can't tell!
Rob: Right. Who's having a birthday soon?
Thomas: My birthday was in March. Don't you remember the funeral?
Mm: Well, out of us four, probably me, but my birthday isn't for a while yet either.
Thomas: So Rob. I'm having a celebration next month. What did you want to do?
Rob: ...
Thomas: So you want to have a party for no reason?
Rob: No, I wanted to try out the five cent coin thing.
Thomas: Every five cent coin you give me I'm going to throw at you; either individually, or if there are enough, bind them together and knock you out.
*Rob pulls out his wallet, digs around
*Rob pulls out a ten cent coin that he places in front of Thomas
Thomas: Hey, free ten cents! *adds to his wallet*
Chris: We should go to the casino! We haven't done that in a while.
Mm: Yeah, actually; it'd be nice to go back to the buffet.
Rob: Did Margaret just advocate going to the casino?!?
Thomas: Didn't you know? She has a gambling problem.

-Mmaster
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|08:36 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |I Don't Dance, High School Musical 2]

*Chris is ordering food. Rob and Thomas are discussing the ProgSoc network restructure.
Rob: So, apparently DNS is broken?
Thomas: What?
Rob: Chris said DNS was broken.
Thomas: I'd take anything Chris says with a grain of salt; he doesn't always mean what he says.
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."

And then talking with you just now:
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"That's what I meant!"

Rob: So, when he told me he loved me, he...
*Chris wanders back.
Rob: HOW COULD YOU?!?
Chris: ...What?

-Mmaster
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I got to bed at 12:30. Woke up at 6:30 by force of habit. Sigh. [Dec. 14th, 2007|07:06 am]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Honey And The Moon, Joseph Arthur]

I just missed a phone call, because I wasn't in the room. The phone call was from Rob.

The reason he was calling me at seven in the morning, whether I picked up or not, springs from a conversation last night. (The following is paraphrased rather than verbatim.)

Rob: If I get to work really really early, can I leave at like three o'clock?
Thomas: Chris, are you around tomorrow afternoon?
Chris: Yes.
Thomas: There are people to cover the office, so there shouldn't be a problem with that.
Rob: Cool. I might do that, then.
Mm: ...But Rob... You aren't capable of that.
Rob: Yes, I am. You haven't seen me when I'm desperate.
Thomas: Did you need a wakeup call, then?
Mm: It doesn't help - he sleeps right through them.
Rob: No, I don't.
Mm: Yes, you do.
Rob: ...Well, yours maybe.
Mm: ...
Rob: Look. I'll call you at seven o'clock. From work. Just to prove that I can.
Mm: Okay. You have fun with that.


Later on last night, I received a phonecall from my father.

Mm: Hello?
Dad: Were you planning on coming shopping with us in the morning?
Mm: Yes.
Dad: Well, we were planning on leaving fairly early, so you probably should make an effort to be conscious.
Mm: That's all right. Rob's planning on giving me a seven o'clock wake-up call, anyway.
Rob: ...
Dad: We can probably do that ourselves.


*shakes head* Congratulations, Rob.
-Mmaster
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*gigglefit* [Oct. 17th, 2007|04:49 pm]
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[mood | giggly]
[music |Baby Got Back, Jonathan Coulton]

Chris and I are attending a production of Rent that Rob is performing in.

Rob: How much are tickets?
Mm: $35. Plus booking fee.
Rob: Bloody Hell. I need to talk to Penny about it.
Mm: I don't think you'll be able to convince them to refund the money.
Rob: Yeah, but I can say "What are you thinking?"
Mm: Last I heard, any profits are going to charity, anyway.
Chris: Which charity?
Rob: The AIDS Foundation of Australia.
Chris: So, AIDS is going up, is it?


I was unable to speak for the next minute or so for laughing. But that may have been the Coke.
-Mmaster
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It doesn't feel like Friday; don't know what day it DOES feel like, but it sure ain't Friday. [Aug. 31st, 2007|08:10 pm]
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[mood | tired]
[music |Factory Girls, Flogging Molly]

Don't fill your mouth with gluttony
For pride will surely swell
But nothing's unforgiven in the four corners of hell!
Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin' waves
Together undivided but forever we'll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We're seven drunken pirates
We're the seven deadly sins!


It felt like a long day. It probably wasn't, but it felt like it.

Got to bed at 12:30. Woke up, by force of habit, at 6:30, despite setting my alarm for 8:30. Felt numb but unfatigued.

Printed SDP documents, had breakfast, had a bath, got dressed, put away a few things. The standard "Hey I'm actually home and there's stuff needs doing" kind of thing.

At around 9:00, I headed off to catch a bus. Yay public transport! I'm finally getting close to finishing all the IAJ readings. Though I must admit that by now I'm starting to skim them.

I tinkered on the 'net for a little while before walking over to Building 5. I did a quick loop around the building, but apparently my team-mates were hiding somewhere, so I went and read at the tables outside the room.

The meeting went overtime, and we spent some time chatting after that. And some more time chatting after that. Trying to explain to a business student why I thought having a "Search Query" box, as separate from a "Problem Description" box, took something like an hour. "Well, see, the customer could say they want A blue 1950s coat with purple buttons, and you'd search for blue coat, but it's actually in the database as aqua jacket; so, you need to identify these problems. No, it isn't in the paper-based system; this is a problem that wouldn't exist in the paper system." *sigh* I don't think he understood what we were suggesting, but he said "Yes" to placate us. *shakes head*

After the meeting, Chris and I printed out the nomination for ProgSoc as Club of the Year, and headed over to take it to Penny. She was talking with people, so we chatted to Brinton while we waited. Chris had to head off to class before she'd finished. When we finally presented it to her, the quote was "Yay! Now I have two of them!".

I went and hung out with the E.G.G. boys for a while, before heading back to ProgSoc. Checked the email buildup (when the Hell did I get to be the kind of person that receives like thirty emails a day?), then headed over to the Union to pick up some garlic bread to nibble on before class.

Chatted to Subfuture and co. He was reading some book about mind control or somesuch. At about quarter to, I headed over to the lecture room.

Rob actually turned up, as he'd promised. The lecture was more or less exactly the same as previous ones, but at least he didn't start ranting about how horrible Windows is. Much.

After class, we visited the E.G.G. boys for a little longer. I headed over to the ProgSoc room when the sound effects from BioShock started exacerbating my headache. The webcam was being creepy, but what else is new?

Rob: What is this "Web" you speak of? In my day...
Mm: You only had eighty characters in all the world, and you liked it, dammit!, huh?


-Mmaster
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... [Aug. 15th, 2007|08:15 pm]
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[mood | giggly]
[music |The End Of The Line, The Travelling Wilburys]

Rob: Gotta go have dinner. Didn't get lunch. ...I'm turning into you!
Mm: Hey! I had lunch today, thankyou! It was free...
Rob: I missed out on free lunch?



Mm: See? The UK has measles!
Chris: Thomas, when you see a country covered in dots, is your first thought 'Measles'?
Thomas: No. But I am also sane.
*Mm giggles



Hailey says: I wonder if anyone's ever trained fish to type
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Hailey says: ...it would be fun
Hailey says: they'd probably be more literate than me



And it's almost time for Spicks And Specks, so this is going to get cut short. I might edit in something else later.
-Mmaster


EDIT:
*Chris is rambling
Mm: ...Chris?
Chris: Yes?
Mm: Go home.
Chris: ...Going...


EDIT (2):
Shoulder Angel says: Make sure you go to bed at some reasonable hour, boyo :P
Chris says: yeh.. I guess :P
Shoulder Angel says: *One eyebrow raised*
Shoulder Angel says: Says the boy who was falling over in his chair in the ProgSoc room? :P
Chris says: I wasn't sitting on a chair was I ?
Shoulder Angel says: The incoherency chair, remember?
Chris says: oh yes that chair :P
Shoulder Angel says: :D
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[Jun. 7th, 2007|10:50 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Do It For Me Now (live), Angels & Airwaves]

Mm: James, have you figured out how to set up the 'Wireless' group yet?
James: Rob, where's majordomo located? I did a whereis, and nothing came up...
Rob: ... Whereis? You searched for it on a map? ...Go along George Street, and turn left at /org. All the shared stuff's in /org.

-Mmaster
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"The sole survivor of a proud and fierce Japanese lineage is a midget Scientologist. Huzzah." [May. 2nd, 2007|09:53 pm]
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[mood | cheerful]
[music |Mamma Mia, Five Iron Frenzy]

Today was my father's birthday. For all the note we took.

Today was lazy. My stress levels were loudly indicating that I needed to take the day off - I'll be back to the grind tomorrow, I suppose.

I think I got to bed not long after midnight, and I failed to get to sleep for a while. I finally regained conciousness around 9:30 this morning. I read the Internet for an hour or so, then had a moderately late breakfast. I went back to bed and played AQ for a while, and then watched movies while eating lunch.

I got dressed, and took the dog for a walk.

...That's pretty much it. It was nice.


Part of an email from Jedd, responding to James accepting a nomination for CSO.
Tell us about yourself.
Note that your acceptance / self-commendation speech this time
around can not include the phrase 'vote for Rob'.

Discussion with Rob:
Shoulder Angel says: Jedd is awesome :D
Rob says: Uh oh.
Rob says: *Reads email*
Rob says: That he is.
Rob says: I think I might make a "Gay for Jedd" sign for the SGM.
Shoulder Angel says: *giggles*



...Aaaaaaaaaaaand... I'm out. I think I'll try and earn those AQ weapons before bed.
-Mmaster
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*gigglefit* [Apr. 14th, 2007|10:11 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |I Miss You, Incubus]

Rob says: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Illegal_prime
Shoulder Angel says: ...
Shoulder Angel says: Huh?
Rob says: I need my own nonsense non-sequitur to shout at people that doesn't involve headwear.

HAT! :D!
-Mmaster
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[Apr. 4th, 2007|08:11 am]
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[mood | amused]

Something from last night:

*Mm and Rob are working through the 'Members' spreadsheet, adding data to Rob's list of people who still need to be put into the database. And usernames to the ones that didn't have them.
Mm: Next up... A 'Roslyn Soden'. She wants the username...
*Mm stares at the screen. Starts laughing hysterically.
Mm: I dare you!
*Rob types in 'ros' in the username field.
Rob: Maybe she'll get all the fanmail, now.

*gigglefit*
-Mmaster

EDIT: One I forgot to include from the other day, when Liz, Stewart and I were chatting.
Chris: Hey Margaret, can I borrow your laptop for a minute? I need to transfer some files off my USB drive.
Mm: Sure.
*Mm types in her password
*Chris pushes in his USB key
*CD drive pops out.
Mm: ... ... ...Chris, you fail at life...
Stewart: What'd he do?
Mm: He tried to plug his flash disk into my CD drive.
Stewart: Chris! You fail at life!
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I forgot to bring my scrunchie today. Argh. [Mar. 15th, 2007|08:17 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Day That I Die, Good Charlotte]

Breakfast.
Watched last night's episode of Spicks.
Came in to Uni.
Did some Network Servers reading.
Lunch with Chris.
Practiced Network Servers stuff with Brian.
Monitored the room while people did Wireless Support.
Went shopping with Thomas, Nora, and Jane.
And now? ProgSoc.


When we went shopping, some guy hit on Nora. She claimed that her name was Sarah. Some random then sidled up to Thomas and Jane and asked them if they were dressing up as Neo and Trinity. And then Richard passed by, so we had a very awkward conversation.

Rob: Anyone want to come to this anime convention I'm organising?
Thomas: Do we get free tickets? And random Japanese girls?
Rob: I'm paying for my ticket! And there'll be people in skirts... Probably guys, though.
Thomas: No thanks. I like my girls to be female all the way through.


* New!James is looking at Rob and web cam and zooms in on his face.
Rob: I'll show you my stubble if you like it that much?
Room: ...
Rob: What?
Thomas: Guys... maybe we should leave them alone together.


-Mmaster
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Is it weird that I worry about people that don't exist? [Dec. 14th, 2006|10:27 pm]
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[mood | calm]

It was a quiet night at ProgSoc this evening, not that that's really a surprise: Chris and Thomas are both out of town, and attendance by the rest is erratic at best. Rob and I ended up being the only ones there.

We sang (and, in his case, drummed) along to the 2004 Warped Tour compilation. When we ran out of songs on there, we did the same for the Rent soundtrack. We know half to three quarters of the Rent songs well enough to do parts.

...Is that sad?
-Mmaster
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[Dec. 13th, 2006|11:26 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |The Presidents, Jonathan Coulton]

CK makes VERY bad puns. )


...And Rob likes ranting about MSN Messenger. Or Manager. )


*shakes head*
-Mmaster
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*shakes head* [Dec. 11th, 2006|11:20 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |You may be right; I may be crazy...]

Shoulder Angel says: *prods*
Rob says: *Waves*
Shoulder Angel says: *shakes head*
Rob says: *Raises one eyebrow*
Shoulder Angel says: I have that stupid song you kept singing the other day in my head
Shoulder Angel says: And I only know the, like, three lines that you were singing
Shoulder Angel says: And it won't GO AWAY
Shoulder Angel says: *prods*
Shoulder Angel says: YOUR FAULT!
Shoulder Angel says: :P
Rob says: ...
Rob says: Which song?
Rob says: Which three lines?
Shoulder Angel says:
You may be right
I may be crazy
...
Rob says: BUT I JUST MAY BE THE LUNATIC... Uh...
Rob says: SO?
Rob says: THIS IS THE SONG THAT DOESN'T END.
Rob says: YES IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIEND.
Rob says: SOME PEOPLE... STAAAAARTED SINGING IT NOT KNOWING WHAT IT WAS.
Shoulder Angel says: We all live in a yellow submarine?
Rob says: Perhaps.
Shoulder Angel says: Yay Caps Lock



Yes dear.
-Mmaster
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I broke Rob's brain. :D. [Oct. 26th, 2006|03:18 pm]
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[mood | amused, still sick]
[music |Nora giggling over some video on Thomas' laptop]

"What are you going to send it from?"
"Gmail."
"That would be why it's not sending; you're not authorised."
"No, see... I'm going to send it from my ProgSoc email address. I'm just going to use Gmail to do it."
"...Wait. Gmail lets you do that?"
"Yeah, see? Click here, and..."
"But... It..."


*giggles*
-Mmaster
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At Rob's request... [Oct. 3rd, 2006|06:30 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Too Good To Be, New Found Glory]

Rob: Stop changing your hair!
Depac: Why do you say that every time you see me?
Rob: Because your hairstyle changes every time I see you.
Depac: How long have you known me?
Rob: Three years?
Depac: And in those three years, you're the only one who notices how much my hair changes. It's actually kind of romantic. It's a pity you're a guy...
Rob: ...
Depac: If you were a girl, I would ask you out.

Check my records
Patch me right up
You're too good to be...


-Mmaster


EDIT:
Referencing this page
Thomas: So, now we know how to keep Rob happy. Just give him a photo of a half-naked cat with a hat on.
Rob: Well, I have a fully naked cat at home...
Thomas: ...Too much information.


EDIT 2:
*Scene is Pub Trivia at The Lansdowne
Announcer: Which was the most recent Olympics that Australia didn't rate in the top five nations?
Hagan: Last year's Olympics?
Mm: Last year was 2005...
Butters: 2000!
Mm: ...No.
Butters: 2004...
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It's been a short sharp shock living with you; it's been one hard knock living without you... [Aug. 14th, 2006|10:58 pm]
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[mood | amused]
[music |Shock (Living Without You), Cartman]

Shoulder Angel:
james says:
do you actually have a website (i.e. not a blog)?\
Shoulder Angel:
Not one I actually use. I don't really have anything that I'd need a website FOR
Shoulder Angel:
...And I just tried to type HTML into MSN. Somebody kill me now.
Rob - ProgSoc says: :O
Shoulder Angel: :P
Rob - ProgSoc: *Gets out the carving knife*
Rob - ProgSoc: If you insist, m'dear.
Rob - ProgSoc: *MENACE* *MENACE*
Shoulder Angel: *laughs*
Rob - ProgSoc: (*Violin strings*)
Shoulder Angel: I don't THINK this song has violins, though it might
Rob - ProgSoc: They're just cheap guitars.
Shoulder Angel: "Cheap"?
Rob - ProgSoc: Umm. Yeah.
Rob - ProgSoc: They, err, don't have a long fretboard, have thin strings, and, umm.
Rob - ProgSoc: ...
Rob - ProgSoc: Ok, so you can't make a violin noise with a guitar.
Rob - ProgSoc: It happens.
Shoulder Angel: Having never looked into the price of either, admittedly, I'd've thought it'd be the other way around
Rob - ProgSoc: NO PEPSI WAS HARMED IN THE CONSTRUCTION OF THE ABOVE SENTENCES.
Shoulder Angel: Does Pepsi Max qualify as Pepsi?
Rob - ProgSoc: YES.
Rob - ProgSoc: THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME T'ME.
Shoulder Angel: *pats on head*
Rob - ProgSoc: > _ >
Shoulder Angel: :D
Rob - ProgSoc: > _ > < _ <
Shoulder Angel: *giggles*
Rob - ProgSoc: *pats on head*
Rob - ProgSoc: .... >_>
Shoulder Angel: You stole my font! :P
Rob - ProgSoc: THE MAGIC OF CUTPASTE STRIKES AGAIN
Rob - ProgSoc: :O
Shoulder Angel: I was going to ask, how the Hell you managed to get Benguiat on a Linux machine. :P
Rob - ProgSoc: >:D
Rob - ProgSoc: It just looks like the normal chat font from over here.
Rob - ProgSoc: <--- Ignorant.
Shoulder Angel: Yeah. It doesn't show up even on Windows boxes unless they happen to have it. It's my favourite font.
Rob - ProgSoc: Your plans for world domination must include compulsory font downloads, then, I gather.
Shoulder Angel: I don't want the world. Too much trouble.
Rob - ProgSoc: Backyard, then?
Shoulder Angel: Already got a backyard. And when you get right down to it, that is ALSO more trouble than it's worth.
Rob - ProgSoc: ... Computer desk?
Shoulder Angel: Heh. Mm is a spoiled brat.
Rob - ProgSoc: -_-;
Shoulder Angel: This isn't common knowledge?
Shoulder Angel: *One eyebrow raised*
Rob - ProgSoc: There's a little bit of spoilt brat in all of us.
< /heartwarming >
Shoulder Angel: *Snorts*


"Normal"? What is this thing you speak of?
-Mmaster
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