Tweetr lets me go over 140 chars and then clips? So not cool. I need the warmth of vaccuum tube bullshit compression.
Except this particular Godot can be made with orange rinds and coffee grounds over a 4-6 week period, given the right microbiota. Eat t …
my mulch isn’t coming. it’s like Godot.
Still waiting for my mulch to arrive
No one says tomahto or potahto anymore. The short A’s lost. Were they outspent? Was their way of life inherently unsustainable?
I'm Michael Condouris, and this is my second blog. The first one's Wacky Neighbor. I was born in 1975 in New Jersey. I live in Aberdeen, NJ, with my fiancée Carrie, in our new suburban paradise. We have two pets, a Shih Tzu named Coco and a beagledor named Zoë. I was on Jeopardy once. I lost, though, just like in the Weird Al song.
Besides Smallistry, my interests include robots, space, movies, movies about robots and/or space, and Mexican restaurants. Recently I've also become fond of the Wii and ancient history. I dislike conversations about food, sports, other people's children, and conspiracy theories. I'm ok with talking about the weather though. My hat size is 7 1/4, and I have no sense of smell.
I've pretty much stopped blogging in the last, oh, 6 months or so, because talking about tiny things got a bit stale and life had a habit of getting in the way. So for the time being, the site will live on as a Twitter feed of whatever floats through my head.
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