... the IT man in LibraryLand
So The Great Sandro, Legion2, and I traipsed off to the footy on Sunday with a reasonable expectation that our sportsball team would beat the team at the bottom of the heap that is this year's season.
This came to pass.
Eventually.
After a quite cold period in the third fraction wherein the wild weather also came to pass and we three had some concern that we also were going to pass.
So icy was the blast that The Great Sandro even deigned to huddle under the Magpies fleecy blanket with Legion2 and I.
In the end we came through with the sort of superb stoicism that is worthy of the label Hero.
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An H from B for A to Z
One has just this day finished reading the H entry for the A to Z of Unread SciFi and Fantasy Authors - Light by M. John Harrison.
This one was recommended by Badger and originally going to be an ebook read until he shored up his recommendation status to definite by placing the physical copy into one's hands.
Of course being a Badger recommendation it turned out to be no space opera epic but rather a melange of sci-fi and awkward British social interactions. One could detect dashes of Mievillesque idea experiments, Banksian post future sprawl and Marshall Smithian gritty modern society on a half twist.
A interesting read that never quite grabbed me as it flitted from sub-genre sub-genre and back.
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This one was recommended by Badger and originally going to be an ebook read until he shored up his recommendation status to definite by placing the physical copy into one's hands.
Of course being a Badger recommendation it turned out to be no space opera epic but rather a melange of sci-fi and awkward British social interactions. One could detect dashes of Mievillesque idea experiments, Banksian post future sprawl and Marshall Smithian gritty modern society on a half twist.
A interesting read that never quite grabbed me as it flitted from sub-genre sub-genre and back.
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Where you Bin?
Believe me when I tell you that nothing impacts neighbourly relationships like a missing rubbish bin.
So what have those dirty bin-stealers done to earn one's ire you ask?
Well, for starters, the invertebrates have hidden our giant recycle bin so well that not even the leet roof-scaling, leaping, and fence-peering-through binja skills of Salsa Girl and I have been able to uncover the locale of its internment.
One fears that a call to the council for a replacement will only fan the flickering flames of utter enmity one feels for those rubbish receptacle removing reptiles, when the council staff pose an inflammatory question such as: Perhaps one of your neighbours has accidentally taken it in sir?
ACCIDENTALLY!!!
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So what have those dirty bin-stealers done to earn one's ire you ask?
Well, for starters, the invertebrates have hidden our giant recycle bin so well that not even the leet roof-scaling, leaping, and fence-peering-through binja skills of Salsa Girl and I have been able to uncover the locale of its internment.
One fears that a call to the council for a replacement will only fan the flickering flames of utter enmity one feels for those rubbish receptacle removing reptiles, when the council staff pose an inflammatory question such as: Perhaps one of your neighbours has accidentally taken it in sir?
ACCIDENTALLY!!!
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