My thoughts about the cane, and I’d had them daily in the past week or so, had convinced me that it held a fascination, but I still found the prospect of actually baring my bottom and bending over for its powe
he wrote, pretending to be me. "where would he go next? fighting evil software hoarders? but no. he got into his car (dammit, if i had a car like that i wouldn't act so sluglike) and drove sedately back home i closed my eyes and dreamt of more exciting assignments." on one ...
I had been told several times that I was an episode ofHoarderswaiting to happen, but I replied that was nonsense. I wasn’t hoarding, I wascurating. This is where some asshole would doubtless crop up to say, “Okay, then – Pop quiz! What’s important to you?” (Super-powered me ...