Can't get any scarier than Ankh-Morpork on a daily basis.

Speaking of home, I've given in and taken a job. "Slime Identification". I'm getting homesick already.

Or possibly just sick.

[[filtered from the Computer]]

While poking around strange lumps of slime is something I've gotten used to over the years, I'd prefer to while away the hours here doing ( Read more... )

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Well.

It's finally happened, then.

I guess it was bound to. Keel can only keep me up for so many nights treating his victims before I slip into an exhaustion-induced hallucination. Apparently my subconscious is inventing new words now. The devil is a "communist"? Or, for that matter, a "computer"?

On the extremely unlikely off-chance that all of this ( Read more... )