posted by Brock @ Tuesday, July 04, 2006
This may turn out to be something entertaining. Or it may fall flat on it's arse like a duck on an ice rink. It could become a window into my soul, I suppose. Although I don't really subscribe to all that hippy crap, so I doubt it.
Born 200 years ago after a freak pairing between a wasp and a particularly bad cold, the ethereal embryo that became Brock wandered through people’s consciences gradually becoming more cynical and unhinged until his current physical form was discovered behind a bin at the back of McDonald’s a year and a half ago. His computer experience was gained whilst being repeatedly hit around the head with a Sinclair ZX81 at the age of 13, and from standing outside PC World waiting for a bus for an hour.
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2 Comments:
What are those crap divers doing in there, taking up space and scaring the shark? Only the one at the back has the slightest idea how to behave around pelagics.
So there.
Cleaning the glass. With tiny little rags.
The others are on chomp-watch.
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