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So apparently at some point in the recent (?) past, the British managed to build a mind-reading device to extract from my brain the memories of the really awesome supercar that I designed when I was nine years old (that I could use to fight crime, because then they'd all be sorry for picking on me) and put it into production.

Or maybe they just found my old Lego models, which might be more likely because in my brain the car had a wicked paint job to make it look like a shark, and also missiles, neither of which Lego really supported.

Either way, I'm upset that they got some namby-pamby fighter jet pilot to drive the thing. It's from my brain! I should be the one behind the joystick.

Music Monday

It's HAMBURGER TIME!!!*

(thanks to saltedpin for the reminder)

*despite the tag, this is metal strictly by association. I guess it's... synthpop? Electronica? I have no idea.