The Cast Iron Telepath

If I had a friend who happened to be a mind-reading robot, I’d take him on a trip to Ireland. Can any of you honestly not say the same thing? While there, he’d look at castles and I’d think wisecracks that only he’d hear and then he’d start laughing and some tour guy would be all “Is there a problem?” and he’d try to cover it up. Yeah.


Forever is lame.
I prefer eternity.
It has more letters.

I played more Zelda (the Minish Cap) this weekend than anything. As if I didn’t find my time off short enough… Ah well, at least I’m totally way farther than Marq and it’s his freakin’ game.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.