I will not have you all romanticizing the Petite 990! It was rubbish, my siblings can testify the sheer effort involved in punching out a letter and the ensuing racket of the hammer hitting the ribbon hitting the page ruined Christmas 1989 (i think)
You hit an 'f' you got 3 f's, you hit 'u', you got nothing, you hit 'carraige return' it goes down 2 lines, and tabs in a bit for good measure. Tsk. Possibly the only rubbish present Santa ever brought, and that was my fault as I asked Santa for it, and Santa was fond of educational things, sometimes going so far as to substitute perceived educational toys in place for repeated requests for example Mr. Frosty (see "Jill's Letters to Santa" Vol.2, 1986-88)
Mark got OS X Tiger yesterday. We nerded out over the new widgets on it - There's a flight tracker on the desktop now that looks like an old fashioned departures board. Actually a lot of it has a Ikea-retro feel about it. Freakin' sweet though.
A woman in work today ate an orange pepper like an apple. Then a girl that sits near me swore a hole in an iron pot that her boyfriend saw someone eat an onion like an apple on the bus once.
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whats this about the hole in the iron pot?
Hello Jill, you obviously got some off-the-back-of-a-lorry Petite 990 - mine was deadly. We all have Tiger too, did you know you can now do audio chats with more than one person?
have you never heard that one:
she swore a hole in a iron pot - which would be impossible, but she was that determined that it was true, that she actually managed the miraculous feat. Surely that sayings made it to cork!
yeah i always wondered did i get a crap one. i still stand by their rubbishness.
Ivor Cutler stories often contain tales of onions eaten like apples. I doubt they're real but I likes them.
Played with Mound tonight - was skit!
I demand that Dudley publishes both tour diaries on the Corpo site.
I am sad to miss the tour :(
Hope you all have The Fun!
hmm, i think maybe just a link to it would do...
you'll be missed to, but ivor cutler won't. (i'm sorry but he's a mentaller)
when i was a wee lad growing up on the farm, i used to eat onions like they were going out of style. i don't eat them anymore. the ladies simply don't appreciate the exotic aroma of 'onion breath'.
that toy typewriter looks supa dope. all i had growing up were robots that transformed into cars.
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