Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.
Not nearly enough fucking leaves. What appeared to be an orgiastic crapload of leafy goodness was merely a smattering, a veritable tease of leaves. Dammit to hell! Ordering more as we speak. Grrr.
Grumbled by
Severina
at
1:23 PM
2 curses:
To assuage your frustration just a bit, a bear wrestles a robot, here:
http://io9.com/5601795/jj-abrams-to-produce-victorian-era-robot-flick-boilerplate
Cool! Boilerplate! One of a few things I like better than leaves.
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