Set Phasers on 'Nuts'

Well, the room is not tidy.

It is tidier. With the amount of stuff magpie-me has, I don't think it is possible to get it truly tidy without a massive cull of stuff I don't use but can't bring myself to part with. Normally it is not a burden since I like clutter but it has the downside of making it all but impossible to fit anyone else into the room for a visit. I should learn to do without stuff, but what's a geek to do?

As of tomorrow I shall have three TV sets in the room. (Four if you count the pocket-sized, battery operated job I rarely use). All things being equal, and provided wallabok, the donor of two of the sets doesn't object, I shall loan one of them out to the Polish Brigade ^TM as a gesture of goodwill (and space saving). The other will go into reserve (though not into a box as it is currently my only operable VCR, too).

Does anyone want the full runs of Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space 9 on video? I never watch the buggers and I am not the Trekkie I once was. Approaching 46 and growing up at last, I guess. Not completely, though as I have no intention of getting rid of the X-Files, or Babylon 5, and I'm not even mentioning the various DVD collections I own.

But the Trekkie in Bryan, if not dead, is certainly coughing up blood. Ten years ago I would have thought that impossible, but then ten years ago there was a manageable amount of Trek about.

While I am on line and typing, I must issue a thanks to grendelchild for sending me a plushy nyarlethothep as promised some time back in drunken discussion. Thanks, Ady.

Due to an all too rare example of honesty in South London, coupled with the less rare post office incompetence, it has survived being delivered to Bamfield Road where I don't live, to Bromfelde Road where I do. The misdelivey occurring, as ever, despite a perfectly correct and completely legible address on the package complete with post code.

I now have a green and tentacled three-eyed thingy to go with the equally three-eyed 'blinky', Mr T and Horace the gorillas, Camembert the mouse, Opus the Penguin and Bill the Cat. Oh, and let us not forget Claudius, the plastic eyeball., the four and half TARDISes, 2 yellow submarines, one each of the Sphinx and Anubis, three pyramids, plus John Steed's Bentley. All four Beatles in Yellow Submarine mode, Jeremy the Nowhere Man,and the Blue Meanie.

There's more. Far more, but I really can't be bothered to do an inventory. You get the idea.

What a room I have. If only there was enough room for me.

Sad, ain't it?

Set Phasers on 'Nuts'

Well, the room is not tidy.

It is tidier. With the amount of stuff magpie-me has, I don't think it is possible to get it truly tidy without a massive cull of stuff I don't use but can't bring myself to part with. Normally it is not a burden since I like clutter but it has the downside of making it all but impossible to fit anyone else into the room for a visit. I should learn to do without stuff, but what's a geek to do?

As of tomorrow I shall have three TV sets in the room. (Four if you count the pocket-sized, battery operated job I rarely use). All things being equal, and provided wallabok, the donor of two of the sets doesn't object, I shall loan one of them out to the Polish Brigade ^TM as a gesture of goodwill (and space saving). The other will go into reserve (though not into a box as it is currently my only operable VCR, too).

Does anyone want the full runs of Star Trek, Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space 9 on video? I never watch the buggers and I am not the Trekkie I once was. Approaching 46 and growing up at last, I guess. Not completely, though as I have no intention of getting rid of the X-Files, or Babylon 5, and I'm not even mentioning the various DVD collections I own.

But the Trekkie in Bryan, if not dead, is certainly coughing up blood. Ten years ago I would have thought that impossible, but then ten years ago there was a manageable amount of Trek about.

While I am on line and typing, I must issue a thanks to grendelchild for sending me a plushy nyarlethothep as promised some time back in drunken discussion. Thanks, Ady.

Due to an all too rare example of honesty in South London, coupled with the less rare post office incompetence, it has survived being delivered to Bamfield Road where I don't live, to Bromfelde Road where I do. The misdelivey occurring, as ever, despite a perfectly correct and completely legible address on the package complete with post code.

I now have a green and tentacled three-eyed thingy to go with the equally three-eyed 'blinky', Mr T and Horace the gorillas, Camembert the mouse, Opus the Penguin and Bill the Cat. Oh, and let us not forget Claudius, the plastic eyeball., the four and half TARDISes, 2 yellow submarines, one each of the Sphinx and Anubis, three pyramids, plus John Steed's Bentley. All four Beatles in Yellow Submarine mode, Jeremy the Nowhere Man,and the Blue Meanie.

There's more. Far more, but I really can't be bothered to do an inventory. You get the idea.

What a room I have. If only there was enough room for me.

Sad, ain't it?

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Damn you, Cadbury's and your Dairy Milk Turkish chocolate bars.

That is all.

(no subject)

Damn you, Cadbury's and your Dairy Milk Turkish chocolate bars.

That is all.