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The backyard of the genius
May. 9th, 2008 08:58 pmI went into the backyard of the genius.
"I'm trying to build ostriches here!" she said, unconsciously pulling at her own elbows, "From the ground up! I'm still building lysosomes and mitochondria! I haven't even gotten to the nucleus yet!"
"That's why I'm here!" I said cheerily, "I'm here to help you build ostriches."
She looked relieved, then relaxed, and then even more harried, "I don't have time to give you tasks, either."
I smirked, and she shook her head.
"No," she said, "this happens way too often to be ironic. Uh, can you go get me an ostrich? A talking one, if you could?"
Anybody got a lead? If I can't do this, she won't take the time to give me more tasks.
"I'm trying to build ostriches here!" she said, unconsciously pulling at her own elbows, "From the ground up! I'm still building lysosomes and mitochondria! I haven't even gotten to the nucleus yet!"
"That's why I'm here!" I said cheerily, "I'm here to help you build ostriches."
She looked relieved, then relaxed, and then even more harried, "I don't have time to give you tasks, either."
I smirked, and she shook her head.
"No," she said, "this happens way too often to be ironic. Uh, can you go get me an ostrich? A talking one, if you could?"
Anybody got a lead? If I can't do this, she won't take the time to give me more tasks.
