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Cheese is my bitch...
The history of Bernard Butler, according to his very own myspace profile...
( Bernard Butler is a British scientist specialising in robotics. He became obsessed with the film Blade Runner in 1988 and decided to build himself an army of cyborgs who were unaware that they were robots to build him a very big house in the country. He quickly realised, however, that they were more interested in his collection of guitars and his jazz mags than in construction work. Bowing to their mechanical pressure, he proclaimed himself king of the guitar and programmed one, which he called Brett Anderson, to be a singer. ) -
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Lifted from a blog I wrote on myspace last night.It recently came to my attention that I have not written an iota of optimism on this blog since I last went on a deleting rampage months ago. So it seems sensible to write, right now, when I am in a very happy mood ( Read more... ) -
Hi How are you what do you do?
BRAKES ( Read more... ) -
DELETION PART DEUX!
In keeping with the theme I have just attempted to log onto the British Sea Power forum, to find that my account has been deleted due to inactivity ( Read more... ) -
"Just because I am bored."
I had posted a most pointless item here, excused by boredom. But boredom is not an excuse, it is not funny. It is in fact contempt worthy at such levels. This is not one of those situations where your mind goes into decay and although you can think of a million things you would like to do you can't focus, your head is full of frustrated wants and ( Read more... ) -
SCUMSHOELACETECHNOLOGYHELL
ARGHHHHHHHH!!
I have spent Three days now trying to reformat my computer, reinstall software and get it working like lighting. My bloody sound card won't work and it is driving me mental.
I have spent the best part of the day looking up forums on the issue, downloaded countless drivers attempting to remedy the issue, all to no avail.
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I am up at impossible hours again, despite being a bit tired, just not tired enough for sleep.
I want to cry and there are tears prickling at my eyes, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I have no reason to want to cry.
Last night I went to bed at 5.00 a.m. I slept for an hour and then woke up with a 'THUD' as I crashed to the floor. My ( Read more... )
