🤖CyberCrump🌆
@cybercrump
Glitching around. Say hello! I may respond. 48 solar revolutions and counting. I still function.
Mr. @glenatron.bsky.social, might I recommend to you a fine tale of the Weird West, which is to say, this little account of some matters held to have occurred out Texas way…
Get new mower. Use new mower. Find out that they put the manual inside the grass bag. Wondered why it ‘didn’t come with a manual.’ Dried it out on a bin under an overhang. Feel like a tit. Don’t even need the manual, except possibly for the warranty that’s part of it. What a load of 🤬!
Us, visiting the Humane Society to pick a kitty: Oh dear, they're all a bit shy in the visitation room. The Great Gallumphus, strolling up to us: I'm high as fuck and my balls just got operated on. I think I live with you, don't I? Us: ...er... yeah.
Distinctly non-cyber walk with CyberMissus today. Subroutines tuned up again. Function improved.
Easter breakfast: smoked salmon spread on sesame bagel, leftover bratwurst from yesterday’s barbecue, and chocolate. I regret nothing.
Somehow, 40k lore filters through to the footwear section of the shops.
I start playing Cyberpunk 2077 for the first time, and when I get to a point where I can see myself in third person with clothes etc. the shirt they put me in says… this. Thanks, game.
Just in case you haven't seen this before: I hear you're an inquisitor now, father!
I know it’s piss-easy to put these together but I’m an impractical schlub so I’m a little bit proud of doing it.
CyberMissus made chicken and veggies in cream of mushroom soup, with biscuits on top. Nom imminent.
Merry Turnover! Happy New Thing! …here is Alder making air biscuits on the bed.
A Crimbus cat for you. Ash was bribed with a treat to briefly wear this tiny Santa hat. Then he made horrible noises and ran away. In five minutes he had forgotten the indignity.
Hot chocolate, whipped cream, salted caramel booze, marshmallows, cinnamon sugar on top. Phwoar.
Rounding out Sunday evening with Front 242, tea and The Great Gallumphus. Eyes tired. 🥱
End of the night for us, going to pick up sustenance for the sprog because he’s ensconced in his lair and hasn’t nommed yet. Very pleasant evening, plenty of people arrived as things went on. Organisers lovely, clientele ver’ nass.
Old man goth rides again. At Ludology in town before Goth of the Dead event on the large back patio.
This year I am using a tiny bit of my brain to think ahead, so I made this for later tonight. Now the various ghosts and goblins turning up won't waste their time.
Easy there, chap. See these? Is that what you're thinking of? If yes, you have won at the game of 'Is it a crumpet'. If not, it may be the lager that has led you astray.
