I'm not very good at memes as everyone knows. I'm at least three behind. I haven't forgotten and I'm not ignoring the tags, it's just that I'm unreliable and capricious.If I can do a meme quickly, then it stands a chance. If I have to give it thought and planning, it doesn't stand any chance of being completed this side of dimension 5.
I collect a great deal of junk; so much in fact I once ran out of storage space and decided I could do without a bed. All that inefficient usage of valuable space taken by an instrument I use only at night. Ha! I replaced my bed with a reclining chair that I could fold down at night to sleep on, and during the day I could sit on it next to the newly forming vertical stacks of junk. This lasted one year after which I had destroyed my spine. I can no longer sleep on my back. I still have lots of junk. I dig tunnels.
During this last blogging year, it has been all too common for me to retire to sleep at 11pm EST. I need to get up for work at 1am EST. Hence I complain about being tired and exhausted. Don't ask me why, you know why.
Everything about my life is weird. This makes everything seem normal to me. Go figure.
I have a pet tortoise on the 5708TX ethernet switch next to my bed. His name is Alan. I say goodnight Alan every night. He never replies.
I have oscilloscopes on both sides of my bed. I monitor my REM sleep patterns and record them for posterity.
I have upgraded all my collection of seventeen torches to LED.
This is a conception appliance. All you need do is press the right buttons. Orders for delivery in nine months will be taken immediately. Clicking the image should enable a larger view.
I'm sorry about the removal of the interview from YouTube. This is obviously beyond my control, but I may have it on video. If so, I'll make it available, hosted elsewhere.
Sans has asked that I post something since he is otherwise engaged. Here he is posing with some of his biggest fans at his concert in Baden-Baden last year.
As revealed in People Weekly, I have been moved to house arrest. This is due to an undisclosed medical condition and the nervous breakdown I was giving my cellmate.
I have to wear a satellite tracking bracelet with matching manacles and neck collar. Trendy. Oh, and they made me wear a medical gown 'cos they like to laugh at my ass.