Well, today has been nice. I got my official knee joints done. Almost. The connectors are baking.
Sure, they don't look pretty yet, but they'll work in a fantastic manner.
Then I'll move on to the head core, get the neck joint figured out, then the hands and feet... If I don't hit another thing to renovate. Renovate. Think about that word. Re-Nov-ate. Re, as in repeat, Nov from "Nova", the latin word for new, and ate, which is what the english language puts after that kind of things. Like Exterminate, or other Dalek-type words. That is what goes on in my mind. That and some stuff far odder.
I don't know how I still remember latin words, but I do. Nova. The television series pronounces it wrong, like most people tend to do with latin. Yet I wonder how people know that original Latin v's are pronounced as our w's... How do they know that? Didn't exactly have means of recording their accents- WE COULD BE WRONG... AND NOVA COULD BE RIGHT.
My goodness.
Oh my.
My, my, Oh my, my, Mr. Harrison.
My, how I like his teeth. But that's besides the point.
My laptop was at 99% battery when I unconnected it, and five minuets later it's boosted its self to 100%. I don't understand this madness.
Blimey. Big fat bucket of slime. It's telling me to service my battery.
It's gone from 10 hour capacity to about 3 and a half. That is unfortunate. But it's still better than a new Microsoft, I bet.
This thing's been working for nearly four years. Mid 2010 model, and it's telling me to service my battery. That's pretty good, except I fear I'm growing far too old too fast.
IT'S THE FUTURE. NOW IS THE FUTURE.
YOU ARE READING THIS IN MY FUTURE...
MY MY, OH MY, I AM SCARED.
Mr. Harrison. And his lovely eyelashes.
My stuff finished cooking.
YEAH. I CAN SLEEP NOW. Good day, fine citizens of this fine Earth.
And remember, you have thousands, maybe millions, of mites on you this very moment that love you very much.
I thought thousands had a z in it. I was dead wrong.
Sure, they don't look pretty yet, but they'll work in a fantastic manner.
Then I'll move on to the head core, get the neck joint figured out, then the hands and feet... If I don't hit another thing to renovate. Renovate. Think about that word. Re-Nov-ate. Re, as in repeat, Nov from "Nova", the latin word for new, and ate, which is what the english language puts after that kind of things. Like Exterminate, or other Dalek-type words. That is what goes on in my mind. That and some stuff far odder.
I don't know how I still remember latin words, but I do. Nova. The television series pronounces it wrong, like most people tend to do with latin. Yet I wonder how people know that original Latin v's are pronounced as our w's... How do they know that? Didn't exactly have means of recording their accents- WE COULD BE WRONG... AND NOVA COULD BE RIGHT.
My goodness.
Oh my.
My, my, Oh my, my, Mr. Harrison.
My, how I like his teeth. But that's besides the point.
My laptop was at 99% battery when I unconnected it, and five minuets later it's boosted its self to 100%. I don't understand this madness.
Blimey. Big fat bucket of slime. It's telling me to service my battery.
It's gone from 10 hour capacity to about 3 and a half. That is unfortunate. But it's still better than a new Microsoft, I bet.
This thing's been working for nearly four years. Mid 2010 model, and it's telling me to service my battery. That's pretty good, except I fear I'm growing far too old too fast.
IT'S THE FUTURE. NOW IS THE FUTURE.
YOU ARE READING THIS IN MY FUTURE...
MY MY, OH MY, I AM SCARED.
Mr. Harrison. And his lovely eyelashes.
My stuff finished cooking.
YEAH. I CAN SLEEP NOW. Good day, fine citizens of this fine Earth.
And remember, you have thousands, maybe millions, of mites on you this very moment that love you very much.
I thought thousands had a z in it. I was dead wrong.
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