And Again...
It's too dark out right now, but maybe I'll take a picture tomorrow. Here comes *more* flipping ice. Maybe up to an inch. Maybe the power lines will snap with the weight.
Frikkin' yippie.
Frikkin' yippie.
If you listen very carefully, you might hear thoughts escaping.
"This machine will have eyes, ears, and a voice."
posted by pitfinder at 11:16 PM
It's all about me, isn't it? Me, me, me, me. Well, I'm sorry, but what about...oh, never mind.
Your Eyes Should Be Brown |
In a Past Life... |
Where You Lived: Ireland. How You Died: Buried alive. |
You Are 50% Weird |
Your Brain's Pattern |
You Are Death |
Pepperoni Pizza |
Your Hidden Talent |
You Are Midnight |
Your Quirk Factor: 58% |
You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer |
1 Comments:
I've just never lived somewhere where it even snows.... The whole concept is I think too exciting to me because it's not a mundane part of my life...
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