I'm an expert
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
I spent four years of my life acquiring a PhD. This makes me an expert in the use of transparency in computer interfaces. It's not a hugely useful or interesting expertise, but it's all mine. I'm pretty hot at sitting on the sofa, too.
What are you lot experts in?
( , Thu 23 Jun 2005, 14:43)
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Now, there was no need for that....
There was no need for making me join your forum, then making me wait almost a week before I could post to QOTW, then closing the QOTW that I wanted to post to in the first place, thereby forcing me to write to this QOTW instead to moan and whine like a prissy schoolgirl...
(AND I had thought up a great story from when I was fifteen about getting a rancid warty growth right between my eyes, going to the surgery to get it removed, having a local anaesthetic injection right in it, having it burnt off with a glorified soldering iron, then wandering around with a lopsided face and what looked like a cigarette burn on my forehead after being told by the leering doctor to say to the girls that it was a duelling scar. Now, there was no need for that, tosser.)
... so I guess I'm an expert at writing irrelevant rubbish in completely innappropriate places.
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( , Wed 29 Jun 2005, 14:03, Reply)
There was no need for making me join your forum, then making me wait almost a week before I could post to QOTW, then closing the QOTW that I wanted to post to in the first place, thereby forcing me to write to this QOTW instead to moan and whine like a prissy schoolgirl...
(AND I had thought up a great story from when I was fifteen about getting a rancid warty growth right between my eyes, going to the surgery to get it removed, having a local anaesthetic injection right in it, having it burnt off with a glorified soldering iron, then wandering around with a lopsided face and what looked like a cigarette burn on my forehead after being told by the leering doctor to say to the girls that it was a duelling scar. Now, there was no need for that, tosser.)
... so I guess I'm an expert at writing irrelevant rubbish in completely innappropriate places.
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( , Wed 29 Jun 2005, 14:03, Reply)
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