I speak!
I feel as though I've been driving around LJ, randomly dropping comments on people and then driving off again. Only not driving, because I still can't drive properly, even though I've been learning for sixty million years. So, basically getting the bus around LJ, dropping comments on people, and then waiting at the bus-stop for 15 to 20 minutes for the next bus, getting on and trying not to sit next to a weirdo doing furtive things and talking to himself.
So yeah, I do that, but then I don't post in my own journal so people can come along and randomly drop comments on me. So that's what I'm doing. Only I haven't got anything to say. But maybe you'll talk to me anyway, because you like me? Come on, humour me, willya?
I watched an episode of Star Trek today. It was very gripping, although counselling for victims of sexual assault on the Enterprise leaves something to be desired, I feel. But Kirk discovered lots about himself, so that's ok. And there was a very funny dog thing with antennae.
And if that's not enough, here are some incredibly bad pictures I took with my phone at work!

This is my proper TARDIS.

This is my other TARDIS - it's disguised as a Tidifarmer recycling bin.

This womble isn't really a womble at all - it's a mole.

These knights protect me from evil.

Weapons of power. Notice how someone (not me) has had time to carefully inscribe 'toe' in a matching typeface under the 'tic tac' logo.

This kitten controls everything, like Big Brother. His scary face stares down at us all from giant screens. Occasionally he makes motivational speeches.
So yeah, I do that, but then I don't post in my own journal so people can come along and randomly drop comments on me. So that's what I'm doing. Only I haven't got anything to say. But maybe you'll talk to me anyway, because you like me? Come on, humour me, willya?
I watched an episode of Star Trek today. It was very gripping, although counselling for victims of sexual assault on the Enterprise leaves something to be desired, I feel. But Kirk discovered lots about himself, so that's ok. And there was a very funny dog thing with antennae.
And if that's not enough, here are some incredibly bad pictures I took with my phone at work!
This is my proper TARDIS.
This is my other TARDIS - it's disguised as a Tidifarmer recycling bin.
This womble isn't really a womble at all - it's a mole.
These knights protect me from evil.
Weapons of power. Notice how someone (not me) has had time to carefully inscribe 'toe' in a matching typeface under the 'tic tac' logo.
This kitten controls everything, like Big Brother. His scary face stares down at us all from giant screens. Occasionally he makes motivational speeches.
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Are there little robots who inscribe tic-tac boxes at work?
And another burning question: is the first tardis a money box? (and if yes, does it make tardis noises when it gets fed?)
...time to drive on... possibly to bed...yeah, good idea... ...'night 'night..
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Of course! Doesn't everyone have these?
And another burning question: is the first tardis a money box? (and if yes, does it make tardis noises when it gets fed?)
Sadly not. Both TARDISs (TARDI?) are of the two-dimensional variety, which also, I suppose, makes it unlikely that they'll ever whisk me off to have adventures in time and space. Oh well. I suppose, technically, I'm having adventures in time and space anyway, so I shall have to make do with that.
But I should get a TARDIS money box!
Good night!
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Hi, Duckie! Hi!
*hearts*
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CRUEL!!!
Hee
*squidges you*
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I just made a slightly emo post, but typing it out has made me feel much better! So don't be alarmed.
*squidge*
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and wash your hands...
(Anonymous) 2006-08-21 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)"Worms On A Bus"
poule x
Re: and wash your hands...
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