I don’t think you understand that Neil Gaiman just confirmed that Aziraphale’s “discreet gentleman’s club” was in Portland Place and WAS the Hundred Guineas Club. That club was literally London’s *most expensive and exclusive gay club.*
can i get a “wahoo?”
I packed off to college in 1998, before many of you were twinkles in anyone’s eyes. Back then, internet piracy was just really taking off, and it was accomplished by means of FTP server. These servers had “ratios,” meaning that their owners expected you to upload a certain amount of data in certain file formats before you could download a certain amount of data in that format. Most servers were 1:2 (Simplified, I upload 1 .mp3, and I’m allowed to download 2 .mp3s) or 1:3. There was a lot of trash to sort through, but you found your treasures eventually
I took to this internet piracy like most other freshmen took to drinking at frat parties. I stayed in Friday nights downloading music and movies. I had everything my 18-year-old heart could desire - these were the Wild West days of the internet, when the dorms had ethernet, but the universities hadn’t bothered to set any kind of codes of conduct. You could download and upload whatever you wanted, and no one was going to stop you.
One evening, when my roommate was out of the room having a healthy social life or some damn thing, I was on yet another FTP site - a really good one this time, full of stuff I wanted. It was a 1:1 server, an unforgiving ratio, but I had spotted goodomens.mp3, and I had set my lights on trading for that audiobook. I’d read the novel in high school, see, and I wanted to hear if the narrator did any funny voices.
We had ethernet, sure, but you have to understand what speeds were like back then. It took me half the night to upload that many tracks of Third Eye Blind and Goo Goo Dolls and whatever the hell else I had lying around my hard drive in 1998 to reach the ratio, and it probably took the other half to download the audiobook. But eventually I had my prize, and I booted up Winamp (It was a music player; ask your parents.) to listen.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality
It was Queen. More than a gig of Queen tracks strung together and labeled as the Good Omens audiobook. I’d been, as they say, played for a sucker.
Now, there are one of two conclusions you can draw from this little misadventure:
1) Good Omens fandom has had a wicked sense of humor since the very beginning,
or
2) Anthony J. Crowley had the File Transfer Protocol figured out at least as early as 1998, and he was prepared to take advantage of that knowledge.
I know which one I believe.
my point… my point is…..
dolphins
that’s my point
brain CITY
Kraken…
ooh…….
when the sea boils :)
THAS MA P ÖINT
Whole Sea Bubblin’
EVVRYTHING turning into
????
. ..buibé? ??
…beibh
fish stew.
This is the most perfect representation of this amazing dialogue from the books and you’re all blessed
Crowley: So how’s the most beautiful person in the world doing today?
Aziraphale, not looking up from his book: I don’t know how are you?
Crowley, voice breaking: I’m fine
♪ … There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley square ♪
Redraw of the TV Companion book cover
Guide Omens, part 2. On the Heart of Gold, Famine and Pollution are keeping busy, and War just got her groove back.
Updated art of a gift from the Good Omens Holiday Exchange 2010. Crossover with Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.
The shoulder
the articulation of hubris
God really went nuts, just said “go wild, you funky little monkeys!” and gave us a spheroid joint that can move in all directions and do e v e r y t h i n g !~, except stay in its fucking place when hit by a light breeze
A fucking mess:
“Looks complicated, how does it work?” It doesn’t
big fan of God, but this was a rookie mistake
God: hmm…I’m not sure about this one human joint, can you review it?
Pre-callout Satan: looks great fam 👌
buddy, if anyone misused something it was god misusing their power when they elaborated this hot mess of a joint
arcticflakes
