Project Fedora ***We sit. We wait. Patiently.***
Posted: July 20, 2009 • 3:45 am
Because I mean seriously, a decade and we're still adamant. We want more. And unless Project Fedora ends up being an updated version of "Hatris" (Tetris with Hats), it's actually a small pinprick of light in the distance, and seems like it's totally going to happen.
I'm not gonna expect anything, as whatever is delivered will be enough for me, no matter what it is, but let's just bring up the prospect of cameo appearances that may or may not happen, eh?
Like, say, Jim the Old guy as the winded ole geez you question about the missing car keys, and he inexplicably draws a blank. (just kidding Jim, you're not ... winded.)
You know you're my dude.
Or Fred the young guy, this really weird guy you have to question who just so happens to be holding a rose and reciting Shakespeare. Or reciting something. I'm just guessing it was Shakespeare.
Maybe we'll run across a very super nuked broccoli in a microwave, eh? (Atomicvegetable)
Mayhaps there will be a sale at Slice of Heaven. A really good one actually, as they're giving away FreePizza.
Is it possible that we may be in a Speeder made by the Vra corporation? So you'd be riding in a Vracar.
Chelsea has a beautiful younger sister named Jennifer that we have yet to meet, and she is a total bookworm.
Tex has Cubase on his computer, and you have to use it ... for whatever you use Cubase for.
The new guy running the Electronic Shop is Jerry Dan. Bafitis bought the Flamingo a year ago. Clint and Mr. Thomas Malloy hang out now, and eat chocolate behind the shed. (heh heh)
In my version of Tex like I seriously would give everyone a Cameo. Then of course nobody who bought it would understand any of it, but hey I as a fanboy would be ecstatic.
Some days I can be witty and intelligent ... ppfffffhahahahah .... who am I kidding.
At least you all still tolerate me. At least everyone but Fred. He makes fun of me when you all aren't looking.
If you haven't stopped reading this long ago, I do pity you because you're kind of just coming along with me on my journey of what I like to call mind-attention-writing disorder thingamabob, where the actual disorder is that you have the kahonies to post what you just wrote even though it amounts to as much intellectually as a mentally challenged rice krispie. You know, like if it had a mind. Could you imagine a rice krispie who had mental issues. He would be all like *plop* instead of *snap* and all the other rice krispies would roll their eyes. What would you do one day if one of your Rice Krispies just ... *plopped* at you? Eh?
What was I talking about again?
I'm not gonna expect anything, as whatever is delivered will be enough for me, no matter what it is, but let's just bring up the prospect of cameo appearances that may or may not happen, eh?
Like, say, Jim the Old guy as the winded ole geez you question about the missing car keys, and he inexplicably draws a blank. (just kidding Jim, you're not ... winded.)
Or Fred the young guy, this really weird guy you have to question who just so happens to be holding a rose and reciting Shakespeare. Or reciting something. I'm just guessing it was Shakespeare.
Maybe we'll run across a very super nuked broccoli in a microwave, eh? (Atomicvegetable)
Mayhaps there will be a sale at Slice of Heaven. A really good one actually, as they're giving away FreePizza.
Is it possible that we may be in a Speeder made by the Vra corporation? So you'd be riding in a Vracar.
Chelsea has a beautiful younger sister named Jennifer that we have yet to meet, and she is a total bookworm.
Tex has Cubase on his computer, and you have to use it ... for whatever you use Cubase for.
The new guy running the Electronic Shop is Jerry Dan. Bafitis bought the Flamingo a year ago. Clint and Mr. Thomas Malloy hang out now, and eat chocolate behind the shed. (heh heh)
In my version of Tex like I seriously would give everyone a Cameo. Then of course nobody who bought it would understand any of it, but hey I as a fanboy would be ecstatic.
Some days I can be witty and intelligent ... ppfffffhahahahah .... who am I kidding.
At least you all still tolerate me. At least everyone but Fred. He makes fun of me when you all aren't looking.
If you haven't stopped reading this long ago, I do pity you because you're kind of just coming along with me on my journey of what I like to call mind-attention-writing disorder thingamabob, where the actual disorder is that you have the kahonies to post what you just wrote even though it amounts to as much intellectually as a mentally challenged rice krispie. You know, like if it had a mind. Could you imagine a rice krispie who had mental issues. He would be all like *plop* instead of *snap* and all the other rice krispies would roll their eyes. What would you do one day if one of your Rice Krispies just ... *plopped* at you? Eh?
What was I talking about again?