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May. 16th, 2009

Meant to do this yesterday.

Mini-Hiatus for Tim. Back Sunday night.

May. 14th, 2009

[Private, tricky to hack]
Why would they- What am I going to- What the hell are-

Augh! I bet those Mayfield bastards are laughing their asses off on this one. What am I even going to do with this?

I see some more people got back some of their stuff from home. Anyone get anything good?
So I'm apparently giving up the inventing business because my "wife" told me to stop because I spent too much time in the garage.

Why am I listening to her again?
Hey guuysh, youz all should check out my latesht in-ven-shun.

All youz gotsa do to make 'un is combine one bottl' a' scotch with one shot glass, an' allathasudden, you can deal wit all the shit we left at home.

Now that's scienz workin' for tha common man!
I'll just be in the closet, thank you very much.

Watch out!

Tuppin' thing hasn't shut up since this whole mess started!

Apr. 18th, 2009

*having changed houses for the Nth time, Tim is currently waking up in bed with Judith.*

This is really getting tiring. At least you don't look like a drone.
I'm tired of being paranoid all the freaking time. I'm declaring the start of operation Just-Go-With-It. I'm saving my paranoia for when it will actually do me some good.

In the mean time, who wants to go throw a frisbee around at the park?

Apr. 8th, 2009

Not sure how much I like the boss of this place complimenting me, but at least I got something handy out of it. Behold, the Trouble-O-Tron!



Apr. 3rd, 2009

Being this stressed out all the time is ruining my quality of life. I declare a mental health break.

[[Tim can be found lounging in the park watching clouds.]]
So I've been messing around with spare parts at the auto shop and I've invented a device that detects confusion. I found a copy of the New Yorker, and by amplifying the smugness and confidence of the opinions inside, it is able to attract any sense of confusion out there, and locate it

Ideally, this should help us find newcomers sooner.