Dear God/dess/all aspects of the Divine:
Thank you for bringing Janice into my life. If you hadn’t, she wouldn’t be talking me down from a metaphorical ledge where I’m currently standing with an equally metaphorical semi-automatic, and there would be a lot of unhappy people dealing with fallout. Someone just broke one of my cardinal professional rules, you see, and I’m livid.
Patience. I must have patience. I have to, in order to maintain sanity until the person I must speak with about this Issue is back in the office next Monday.
So I just thought I’d say thanks.
Love,
Me.
Awwww, shucks.
There are lots of other reasons why I’m glad you’re around, of course. This is just the pivotal one at the moment.
Eep! May I just say I’m very glad to be safe here in this bunker at work? ;)
Autumn with an automatic…rawr.
Actually, based on your icon…
REASON
version 1.0B7
Gatling-type 3-mm hypervelocity railgun system
Ng Security Industries, Inc.
PRELEASE VERSION-NOT FOR FIELD USE
DO NOT TEST IN A POPULATED AREA
— ULTIMA RATIO REGUM —
…that shoudl be center justified :/ 3 geek points to the first to call the refrence
“I’m sure they’ll listen to Reason.”
– Neil Stephenson, Snow Crash.
Next time give me a hard one.
Blade you need help!
HRH
My favourite name for a weapon was this huge-ass ugly vicious-looking sword in the hand of Sgt-Major Grunthor from Elizabeth Haydon’s book Rhapsody – he called it Friendmaker.
“Because when I pull it out, all of a sudden everyone wants to be friends with me,” he explained.
He also had a pole-axe named Sal (short for Salutations), but that’s much less amusing.
ah … the rage beast. it has been haunting me of late, I hope it hasn’t bred too excessibely.
It’s definitely time to read Snow Crash again. Thanks for the reminder, gang.