Wednesday, March 11, 2009
More culls from cix
Scientists warn of increasing global warming. . .
In a surprise move, the UK government doesn't blame the internet.
Sell the idea? Sell one of my children? One of my babies? Sell? Like for money? [pause]
Coo, can you do that?
[crem furtively eyes the room. It's full of ideas he's been nurturing for ages. He reaches out and grabs one as it scampers past; it is the idea for writing "The Story Of No" a tale of one man's complete failure to find submissive women. It looks adoringly into its father's eyes as he coldly weighs up the chances of selling the little bugger. He lets it go and reaches for another, then another. . .]
He reaches a decision: "Muhaha! It's time they paid for themselves! Sell zem! Sell zem all!"
> We like you in grumpy bastard mode
Just as well since it seems to be happening more and more often ;)
Gah. Grump. Too much work. I need to change my life-style. Well, actually, I was thinking of getting a life to start with, then work on points for style later on. . . Hah. I should be so lucky. Oh, well, back to work.
[crem makes sure everyone else in the house is asleep. He furtively closes and locks the door to his room, switches on the computers and lowers the lighting. He settles down in a chair with a box of tissues. Aghast we watch as he opens up the secret directory containing files that decent people are afraid to discuss. Pornography? No, much, much worse, agh! unspeakable horror! My god - it's full of compilers! He cleans his glasses with a tissue and starts typing. . .]