[[whinny sound]]
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2014.09.06
I told Ken, "Stop horsing around!"
He made a whinnying sound.
The torch has passed.
twenty-eight years and a million words
I told Ken, "Stop horsing around!"
He made a whinnying sound.
The torch has passed.
The only intuitive interface is the nipple. After that, it's all learned.
—-Bruce Ediger