Sci-fi buffs, computer nerds and people overly interested in logic and semantics
by Will, 22 December 2007
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Me shit at that sort of thing (except being good at logic and understanding semantic shit as opposed to being ‘overly interested in’ — haters fuck off as usual).
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 0:49
85 credits!
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 0:57
I’m pleased I scored so low. Badge of honour to me.
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 1:04
Says the man who watches Torchwood.
70.
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 6:29
64 credits.
As for haters, what movie is this from:
“How shall we fuck off, oh lord?”
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 6:39
And I go 75% on The 70’s music quiz
Can you dig it?
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 6:43
er “got”
Keed spills! Pill skeeds…
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 10:01
78, though kicked myself several times.
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 12:39
70s music = 95% or 19/20
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 15:04
90 on the music.
The b-side of Terry Jacks’ “Seasons In The Sun” was a fine tune called “Put The Bone In,” btw.
Saturday 22 December 2007 at 21:50
Damn you Robert, I’ve had “Seasons In The Sun” ear-worming me all morning since I first read your comment.
How can I get revenge?
I know:
In a little while from now,
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people’re saying,
“My God that’s tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home.”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally
Sunday 23 December 2007 at 4:13
I received 84 credits on
The Sci Fi Sounds Quiz