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From July 07:
I do enjoy the post-existential commentary provided by the appearance of what to my mind seems to be a vacuum cleaner attachment just in the bottom-left, standing as an ever-present reminder — rather like the pedestal proclaiming Ozymandias and his works — of the forward march of time and the ultimate yawning void which the self must succumb to.
Which is counterpointed nicely by the potential suitcase (I believe Potential Suitcase might be a Hitchhiker’s Guide filk group?) on the opposite side of the self, signifying the inevitable futility of mortal romance.
Note: To save space, I'm going to put just the links. Again. Clicky Clicky! -- WR
From July 09:
Except for this one--
"Put BOOBS in the subject line"
I tried, but all it did was smear my monitor, and make my girlfriend angry.
From July 11:
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From July 18:
|C"From Behind.....Suddenly"J on YSaC, Vol. 1734: One without so much strawberry tart in it.|
Poor Boulder.... I knew this would happen. When people started getting their Pet Rocks back in the day they had no idea ...
|capnmac on YSaC, Vol. 1734: One without so much strawberry tart in it.|
Don't be so sedimentary, that's clearly basaltic :-)
|meeshybee on YSaC, Vol. 1734: One without so much strawberry tart in it.|
I hate it when people take their pets for granite.
|MissMommyNiceNice on YSaC, Vol. 1734: One without so much strawberry tart in it.|
Rats! I thought that if I was boulder, great things would be mine! Now I know life is nothing but ...
|Dave and Ferret Tribe on YSaC, Vol. 1734: One without so much strawberry tart in it.|
They're both pining for the fjords.
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