get me down the frag factory and they’ll be blurting out ganzs until a fat controller spins on a pin in the back garden. until then, have a large tetrahedron and let bloggers unite on the plains of drivel where I stand clench-fisted with my spear of destiny and a bag of organic carrots for the guineas pigs they’ve not been out today bless em.
everything is twice. it will only be here in a week or so. if you had the misfortune to stumble and trip on an RSS feed or bookmarkerlet for this, best forget them and cough for that.