The day the internet died.

Oh what a day that was. I emerged blinking into the sunlight and saw flowers and trees. I spoke to real live people. I read a real newspaper and a book printed on actual paper.

Mind you, I was worried about what was happening to all those cats.

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs
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