It's a "Break out the sherry and blast Dark Side of the Moon at thought-numbing levels" sort of evening
Cat of many shapes. Usually fat.
Gender: Fucked.
As old as the Web.
I am going to ramble about so much garbage.
Some of it will be mechanical, some of it electronic, some of it will be software, and most of it will be of little interest to anyone; but here it is all the same.
yingtaurberus: zhree heads, not one brain