Machines 3, Fleshlings 0

typed for your pleasure on 5 January 2007, at 1.32 am

Sdtrk: ‘Speedlearn broadcast’ by F. Peters

I swear to christ, I’m gonna build a TARDIS, go back in time, and flat-out murder whoever invented the flu with my bare and twitching hands. This is utter bullshit. Not only have I missed two days of work — under normal circumstances, that’d be something I’d be crowing about, but I like having money — and worse, I’ve not showered or shaved in two days, so I resemble some fucking hippie filth. Normally, I wouldn’t admit that sort of thing publically, but I’m brimful of Alka-selter/Halls/some generic anti-flu drug, so I don’t fucking care. Frankly, I’m surprised taht Im lucid enugh to speling as goood as I am.
So to everyone I need to Email back — you know who you are — give me a couple of days to remember how to spell my own name, and I’ll get back to you immediatement. Okay? Okay!

In the interim, I’ve just downloaded all three volumes of the soundtrack to ‘The prisoner’ from X-Y-Z Cosmonaut’s CosmoBlog, one of those crazy .mp3 blogs that I scour on a daily basis. One of my favourite episodes was ‘The General’, the one with the supercomputer with the subliminal learning technique that it televised to all the inhabitants of the Village, and I recall that tune that was played during the educational broadcasting was very very ace, as it was like all of Broadcast and Ghost box‘s output condensed into 42 seconds. So I’ve been playing it over and over for the past hour! And now you can hear it, too! FOREVER

Also, I want a Nissan Figaro, just like Sarah Jane Smith drives.

Okay? Okay! Back to lying down! But first, let me stumble over to the bog and puke some more WOO YAY

Random similar posts, for more timewasting:

Did I link to this article before? / Die Vogelgrippe?? on November 3rd, 2005

Ugh, ack on February 24th, 2005

2 have spoken to “Machines 3, Fleshlings 0”

  1. SafeTinspector writes:

    I wish for a Puegeot 1007 myself.
    Or perhaps a 207cc

  2. Davecat writes:

    Your links are broken and shattered, like Swarovski crystal after a chance encounter with a whirlwind. But I looked up that Peugeot 1007 — that’s a sexy wee car.
    Didn’t I write something up on that car before?

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