06/14 - Workout Wednesday!

You are right. Nobody will ever need more than 640k of ram.

 

I feel it's much more annoying having to sit at a desk and have to look at monitors when I can just have my laptop whereever the shit I want it to be and sit in any contortion of my body imaginable.

 

I'm going back to bed

 

I just didn't know if you were referring to me as a she.

 

He may have been talking to or confusing you with Jessers

 

Yeah I just went back and checked.. I still have my sanity it seems

 

I don't know what's happening, but that's hot.



TURKERHUB, AFTER DARK!

 

Oh I know. My schedule just makes it annoying. I'm at the office the the first half of the week, doing caretaking between, and only home for a few hours on Thursdays. The only time I really get to sit down at home is at night, when I just want to plop on the couch with my doggies instead of sitting in a computer chair like I did all day at work. So Friday and the weekends are my only real chance to use the thing. I mean I guess I could prop up the monitor on my coffee table, but that's a bit silly. I have my iPad mini as a "second monitor" sometimes rofl. That's in the set-up thread that I'm too lazy to dig up right now because pizza.

 

I'm cool bb, I'm chill.

 

Once we get holographic monitors it won't be an issue anymore.

 

Turking Master enters the tavern. His demeanor is subdued, cautious and quite graceful for a man of his stature. He glides towards the bar, a large mountain of a man his head nearly scraping the rafters cobwebs brushing past his shoulders. He seats himself in a rustic wooden chair that creaks heavily under the bulge of his massive frame. He glances around the room taking in every aspect of his surroundings squinting in the lamplight. A shadowy figure looms in the corner of the room. An old man in a tattered cloak barely visible to the eye draws deeply on his pipe on his pipe in the corner of the room. The red hot embers burn like a dragons fire in the night, smoke billowing up into his weathered bearded face.

"A drink Castomere..." the Turking Master grumbles towards the bar keep. "Come here much.." mutters the old man in the corner. "What business is it of yours mate?!" Turking Master barks. The man in the corner chuckles and remains silent. Turking Master having had enough of the impertinent smug bastard leaps to his feet. He Tosses his cloak to the ground flexing his gargantuan muscled frame glaring now in the mans direction. " I'll ask you again old man... what business is it of yours..." the Turking Master spits the words out through clenched teeth with disdain. The old man in the corner rises to his feet slowly, the tattered remains of his cloak settling in the dust at his feet as he stands. He eyes the Turking Master, a grin forming on his weathered face. " Do you like Vegemite my friend? The old man croaks from his wicked grinning face.

"Not in my Murica!!!" the Turking Master roars. Suddenly he flashes forward with supernatural speed. He extends his fist driving it towards the old mans face. The crack of bone against flesh resounds in the tavern as the Turking Master slams his knuckles into the old mans face. The old man cries out in horror shrieking as he flies nearly twenty feet across the room. His body slams hard through the tavern wall, debris and dust raining down upon his twisted mangled body.

"Nice one!" cheers the bartender. Turking Master nods. He walks towards Castomere and they high five each other enthusiastically. Turking Master laughs heartily. He grabs a flagon of ale, immediately chugging it in a single gulp and slams it down hard on the bar.

 

I got you fam

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lol

 

They have them now... sort of, and they are shit.