Buttons and bits of thread naturally migrate to nearby empty biscuit tins. Check the back of the closet or top shelf in the pantry for natural nesting places.

*rolls eyes* Sure, UFOer.

Ah, it fits right in the Era of Computers You Could Surf On.

Wow. Changing the clocks twice a year must fuck you up something fierce.

It sure does me.

Sorry - that should have been a GIF, not just the thumbnail. The previous poster has been sacked.

Profits are up, but strangely so are unprompted assaults on employees by customers.

Hey Grok, maybe work on generating faces that smile with their eyes as much as their mouths. This damp woman in a dark alley looks a little too much like a psychopath that's about to strip the flesh from her latest victim.

Or maybe that's what you were going for.

You know what, you do you.

I also managed to escape the allure of worshipping the demonic entities of my favorite role-playing games.

Stumbling upon an abandoned refrigerator and the siren's call to lock myself in it.

Is it No vember already?

So, maybe all the games should be one inning long.

It's French and rhymes with "schmillotine"

But what if their email finds you well?

Aw jeez. Don't tell these people they're "not rich" - they won't understand.

Had I not been with my family, I would have engaged this young woman, young enough to be my daughter and whose secondary sexual characteristics were so distracting to me that I could pay attention to nothing else, couldn't enjoy my meal, had the image running through my mind for days... sorry what?

I reserve judgement until you answer this:
poster tape or blu tack?

Even so, if it's not resolved by cleaning, it's an electrical fault. I want to try and diagnose and fix one.