1: It's been a while since I've read something that so delicately treads upon the boundries between insightful and meaningless.
You could've reused the last post title....
(I repeat my offer to kick in some dough.)
As in shared server? I don't know, I'm not good at techy stuff.
Oh, that would have been clever, I suppose.
The lurkers are the problem, eating the bandwidth uselessly. We must drive them off with cock jokes and French philosophy.
We have a computer system at work called CICO, pronounced Chico. Now, whenever anyone tells me that we need to do something to CICO, which happens at least twice a day, "It's Chico Time" runs through my head.
I am going to kill Fontana Labs.
8--But see, that's what *attracted* me here!
I am going to kill Fontana Labs.
Good grief, it's you!
10: And you have, qua lurker, been driven off. As a lurker, you are no longer present: you exist only in the form of a commenter.
The plan always works.
#15: Yet more proof that the New Crew, with its combined powers - Becks, Tia, LB, w-lfs-n, Apostropher: shape of...an icy Iranian - fulfills the promise of the old.
Do they only get two Wondertwin powers to split between the five of them?
Wait, where's the French philosophy?
There's that whole Arthur Honegger reading group, for starters.
Wonderquintuplet powers, yo. We get five.
Smell of...a sweaty Iranian.
Taste of...a sweaty Iranian.
Sound of...an airhorn.
I am going to kill Fontana Labs.
Not until after he attempts to kick apo's ass, please.