Bono just oozed out of my disk drive for no apparent 
reason. He walked over to my plate and started eating 
my dinner. I figured well, hell, he's only about 5 
inches tall, so it's not like he can eat all of my 
food, not like he can eat ANY significant amount of my 
food. He had enough and asked me if anybody else was 
around. I told him I saw Shirley Manson go by awhile 
ago, so why don't you go entertain her? I'm taking 
this plate downstairs to put it in the dishwasher. 
I came back upstairs to my computer table to find a 
piece of kleenex sitting on the table. Good, I have a 
cold. 
I hear a small noise. The Edge clambers grumpily out 
of my printer, snatches up the kleenex to reveal Bono 
and Shirley, stomps back to the printer with his 
kleenex, curls up and goes back to sleep in it. Now 
he's warm and happy. 
And now I know why my printer's been misbehaving. I 
open it up to find the Edge, curled up asleep wrapped 
in a kleenex, all cute and stuff. He took a liking to 
my printer a few days ago, I guess he really likes it 
cuz it's dark and quiet in there, he doesn't have to 
worry about Bono. Sorry man, I have to use that 
printer. There's lots of cozy little places to hide. 
He asks if he can use my computer. I find something 
better to do while he types email. He's so little he 
has to hop around on the keys...