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hello couch potatoes,

the plus-shaped cursor turns on channel me.

the green button takes you to the tagboard

and the brown round one turns on archives and exits.

happy surfing,

Thursday, November 29

t.o.w. the tee vee pee wee

Sony Bravia is so freaking ugly.

Where is my Samsung.

Where is the sanctity of a promise.

Where the fuck are they when I need them to step up and show me they are worth growing up to?

Oh and I think I may want to focus on behavioral economics.

To study how FICKLE consumption can be and how intertemporal too.

MY GOD.

Who the hell names a machine Bravia. Is it like female for Bravo?

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 3:04 PM