"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
Yeah, Merry Whatever.

<bda> Er. I hear popping noises coming from downstairs.
<bda> And from downstairs it's coming from the ceiling. Fucking loud to be mice.
<bda> I'd like to know what this noise is.
<bda> It's tweakin' me out.
<Danelope> It's fucking SANTA CLAUS.
<Danelope> Scuttling through your crawlspace.
<Danelope> Waiting for an opportune moment to descend from the air ducts and punch a hole through your skull with his secondary set of mandibles.
<Danelope> And feast on the meaty goodness inside.
<Danelope> HO HO HO.

Either it's Santa or the squibs...

irk
December 25, 2004 7:18 AM