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I'm Back Baby!
Jan. 11th, 2005 12:08 pmI have returned. Now upgraded, downloaded, hot-swapped, stone-cold, bonified, and certified. I've been reimaged, resized, reworked and released on a brand new set of systems thats wireless, digital, traveling, bluetoothed and a perfect solution to the modern needs of the working man. My tabletop is synched to my laptop to the very top level of my desktop. It's all new and improved, recently remodeled, two for one and ready to run as soon as you e-mail my g-mail.
This gibberish has been brought to you by my return on-line.
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My sympatico address is still not yet accessible to me. If you've sent me anything important since the 31st to that address, resend it to bryanttelfer@yahoo.com.
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So, the holidays went by in what is best described as an alcoholic coma. Christmas was a fairly normal affair, lots of fun and blessfully no turkey. Filet is such a superior choice to turkey anyhow. Didn't get anything terribly exciting, mostly since I didn't ask for anything terribly exciting. Jenna got me the Josh Kidby 'Art of the Discworld', which is stuffed full of just gorgeous artwork. The parents came through with a blender (The Margarita Man returns!) and the last two seasons of Futurama. So, one obsession is sated for now.
Speaking of sated, Jenna has been in California since the 23rd. I am rapidly approaching the porn event horizon.
Swarms descened on my place after Christmas, for the New Year. Heatherly is a madwoman that should not be let near an oven. She sent a box of baked goods that would have fed most of Thailand from it. I have a half dozen tupperware containers full of cookies. Masses of chocolate filling the apartment.
Thanks Heatherly. You're the best!
Lots of booze as usual. A great night out with the band on the 30th, mainlining Lise' DVD crack the rest of the time. A bucket of sangeria for the New Years. No one got sick, and if someone died, they haven't started to stink the place up yet. Quite a fun little party, for all involved. Got to meet Jazz for the first time, who due to 'errors', will be returning in the near future. Got to play art teacher to Ashlan, who now froths and screams obscenities whenever you mention the word 'watercolour' to her. It's a good thing.
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Thanks to the new, fantastic (and thus highly suspecious) new job, I am the proud owner of a wireless laptop, a RIM, and a freely upgraded home computer. My bosses are very nice, which means they're obviously space aliens just lulling us into a state of relaxation before they ram their ovipositers down our throats and lay eggs in our chests. Still, I'll chug a little ovipositer if it nets me a free iPod.
And that's your thought for the day, kiddies.
This gibberish has been brought to you by my return on-line.
***
My sympatico address is still not yet accessible to me. If you've sent me anything important since the 31st to that address, resend it to bryanttelfer@yahoo.com.
***
So, the holidays went by in what is best described as an alcoholic coma. Christmas was a fairly normal affair, lots of fun and blessfully no turkey. Filet is such a superior choice to turkey anyhow. Didn't get anything terribly exciting, mostly since I didn't ask for anything terribly exciting. Jenna got me the Josh Kidby 'Art of the Discworld', which is stuffed full of just gorgeous artwork. The parents came through with a blender (The Margarita Man returns!) and the last two seasons of Futurama. So, one obsession is sated for now.
Speaking of sated, Jenna has been in California since the 23rd. I am rapidly approaching the porn event horizon.
Swarms descened on my place after Christmas, for the New Year. Heatherly is a madwoman that should not be let near an oven. She sent a box of baked goods that would have fed most of Thailand from it. I have a half dozen tupperware containers full of cookies. Masses of chocolate filling the apartment.
Thanks Heatherly. You're the best!
Lots of booze as usual. A great night out with the band on the 30th, mainlining Lise' DVD crack the rest of the time. A bucket of sangeria for the New Years. No one got sick, and if someone died, they haven't started to stink the place up yet. Quite a fun little party, for all involved. Got to meet Jazz for the first time, who due to 'errors', will be returning in the near future. Got to play art teacher to Ashlan, who now froths and screams obscenities whenever you mention the word 'watercolour' to her. It's a good thing.
***
Thanks to the new, fantastic (and thus highly suspecious) new job, I am the proud owner of a wireless laptop, a RIM, and a freely upgraded home computer. My bosses are very nice, which means they're obviously space aliens just lulling us into a state of relaxation before they ram their ovipositers down our throats and lay eggs in our chests. Still, I'll chug a little ovipositer if it nets me a free iPod.
And that's your thought for the day, kiddies.
