I got it ages back. Finally decided I'd fire it up when I got home this evening.
...
Help. 5 hours of my life appear to have vanished.
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
I got it ages back. Finally decided I'd fire it up when I got home this evening.
...
Help. 5 hours of my life appear to have vanished.
Also, I've had a scented candle lit the whole time, which has added this weirdly appropriate air to the whole experience. It's a "Christmas Wishes" yankee candle, but it's really got that air of ... old perfume or aftershave of the sort that you might find tucked away at your grandparents, mixed with a hint of air-freshener and a little hint of ... I'm not sure what, but my brain connects it with memories of places long gone.