Matt's updated the Toy-Fu site, which now has the entire epic saga. And my GOD it's epic. Hurrah for Matt.
BT are now arguing over which of their departments is responsible for mending the cock-up created by their earlier bunch of engineers, with the end result of me and Patch living in an eerie internet-less world (apart from the end of the day when we have to check in with internet cafes ooh got to go.
UPDATE: OMG we totally have the internet back. A very serious man came round in a van and some fiddly tools, and sorted it out for the price of only two cups of tea.
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Ahhhh...Toy-Fu-tastic.
Mongo happy now.
*Sigh*
I love Toy-Fu.
Oh! Lovely! I assumed it just stopped at 16.
It's Steve! And the other guy! *is happy*
Oh, and kudos on the very nice selection of roleplaying books casually displayed in number 20.
YAY, Toy-Fu!
I had to leave behind the episodes I had printed out and cemented to the door of my old office when I got job-changed this summer. The new job won't let me paste comics to the door, the philistines.
I will be very glad to see the rest of the series, now.
Do you and Patroclus feel a bit like you've lost one of your five senses? Or like you have to remember how to breathe?
Oh and how can you settle arguments without Wikipedia? I mean really. The peace of your household is in jeopardy.
Also, Toy-Fu makes me want to cry with laughing my ass off. Except I suspect that's anatomically impossible.
Awww, thanks for the nice things said about toy-fu, I really appreciate it.
Coincidentally, I was thinking about Toy-Fu a couple of days before you posted this blog.....
Absolutely no idea why, though. Perhaps I was just intercepting Matt-thoughts again...
[wonders if recent praise for Toy-Fu will bring about a third chapter....it worked for Futurama...]
must stop finishing sentances with dot-dot-dots....
WV = pfztaz: descriptive of the sound made by a particularly impressive spit-take.
Toy-Fu is sooooooooo good. It's like crack in that I just want more and more until one day I'll OD.
There is a compliment in there. Trust me.
I love the very serious men. They don't send them out often, only after you've had 3 or 4 of the "won't take me 5 minutes to fix it" kind. Then they all go away and the very serious man appears...and you know by all the laws of metaphysics that it shall be fixed. They don't usually accept tea though.
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