Earlier today Gila and I were getting ready to run an errand. Alert Wife took one look at the shirt I was wearing and informed me that either I'd dripped a little toothpaste on it earlier, or a bird had shat on the TARDIS.

I appreciate her.

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A bunch of technomancers in the fediverse. This arcology is for all who wash up upon it's digital shore.