He said to me " and its really terrible; this furry website. its made up of shitty parts and uhhh and I need to clobber them together until they work. " Speculating about the temperature of his dinner and fiddling with the microwave, loudly booping. He paced past with a sigh
After glancing around for the moment he remarks on dish washers, recursively telling the story of telling the story, a metamorphical wet dream of these hacker types. Oh recursive logic like eternity looping in our mind and thought, magicians.
"Its better if I am sarcastic" I remark, as Dav5d comments that he "supposedly doing public relations for this site. Putting posts on the front page and making sure that the links work right. Updates about site news and checking for typos."
[3] chimes in "it is true, isn't it?"
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