Woke up with a twitch under my left eye that wouldn't quit.
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Tonight's story (<em>let's see, what can I recycle</em>) -
- I'm going with <a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&FriendID=189441326&blogDay=8&blogMonth=1&blogYear=2008">'Bricks'.</a> <blockquote>In answer to Geoff's request, <strong>'perhaps on one of these occasions you can tell me a story about a robot... named Geoff... who is totally badass and likes to kick rocks into buildings'</strong>.</blockquote> It's an odd thing. I never know what to do with requests for robots and wallcrawlers, I always end up botching the job horribly with phonetic Shakespeare and 'character studies'.
I suppose I'm not the right geek for the job.
Off I go to find dinner.
- Z
<em>This is where you tell me I have no understanding of robotics or Asimov's laws. </em>