Well, he would be you. What's he going to do? File a wage complaint? You've got all kinds of paperwork that says you/he were paid for the gig.
Problem solved. Plus if he gets too out of line, we can always make another one.
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Well, he would be you. What's he going to do? File a wage complaint? You've got all kinds of paperwork that says you/he were paid for the gig.
Problem solved. Plus if he gets too out of line, we can always make another one.
You need to design a NoiseDesign robot. With a trebuchet.
You need to design a NoiseDesign robot. With a trebuchet.
Scola FTW.
I once read a book called "Harry and I Build a Siege Engine" - they'd started out thinking of a catapult or trebuchet and ended up using an automobile leaf spring to build something ... well, kinda scary.
Then we really can say "The Devil has built a robot!"
Harry and I Build a Siege Engine
I bought that for my brother for Christmas one year.
Nilly and ice cream tomorrow.
That's my idea of a good day.
What I miss about being in a relationship is the guarantee of company, to quote Janis Ian. I like having someone whom I ask "What are we doing this weekend?" Left to myself, I think, "I could go to X. It would be more fun with someone else. Who can I call? I don't feel like calling anyone. No one wants to do anything with me anyway." Then I stay home.
I like living alone in a lot of ways. I don't miss cleaning for two or arguments about money. I like doing things on my own schedule. I fear, however, that I am becoming increasingly eccentric and possibly unable to live with someone else.
Can you lick it? Slurp it? Scoop it up with a spoon?
Too much energy. It's going back in the fridge.
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Right now, sneezing sucks. I hate sneezing. Oh look! Pollen! And tree sex!
I once read a book called "Harry and I Build a Siege Engine" - they'd started out thinking of a catapult or trebuchet and ended up using an automobile leaf spring to build something ... well, kinda scary.
I should get this for Hubby. Then he can contemplate that pile of leaf springs in the backyard and do something "productive" with them. Yes, building trebuchets are productive, but putting together weapons of somewhat mass destruction seems counter-intuitive to "productive".