This is my final post on this LJ account.

The in-joke that spawned it has long since become very un-funny.

I'm in a new place now, and I want to have a new journal.

My new LJ is Toyrobots! Huzzah!

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One cannot help but picture what is literally transpiring in one's own head. Of course, literal, figurative; there isn't much distinction up there, as far as phisiology is concerned.

Anyway, things are going well. I'm learning to battle procrastination- this journal entry is a lapse. On that note... back to work.

The Robut is inexplicably mathtarded.

Robut does not tire.

Robut seeks no companionship.

Robut will strike you down with mighty eye lasers.

Then you will wish you had never angered Robut. Oh yes.

After procrastinating for a few hours this afternoon I finally settled down to do some work.

It hit me then; a huge endorphine dump as it occurred to me:

This is what I can here to do.

I have time enough... at last.

*drops glasses which shatter on the ground*

Noooooooooooooooo!

I have arrived.

The place feels like a high school. Those of you who warned of catastrophic ignorance at every turn are permitted one "I told you so."

This will likely be very easy.

It took me about 4 hours to pack up my entire existance ( Read more... )

I just put the finishing touches on two Heavy Gear GP squads. Dipping is everything I hoped and more.

Praise Jesus!

Well, inherited computer. One more benefit of downgrading to dependent status. I get a perfectly servicable Powerbook G4 in quite good condition so that my father can upgrade to one of them fancy-schmancey new MacBooks ( Read more... )