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.

Haiku!

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.

Dream Weavin’

According to my research (some article from a newspaper last week) less than half of the Canadian population has dreams in which they themselves are the main character. Now, I’m always the star of my dreams, so I don’t know how people could be in any other situation.

Oh wait, I see now, I star in your dreams too, don’t I? I guess that isn’t so bad after all.

At Some Point, We All Vomit

Vomit would be a funny word even if it didn’t mean puke. Even if Vomit was a kind of cloud formation, it would be a funny word. “Hey look at all those cumulo nimbuses and vomits.” It’s just true.

Because of the holiday on Monday (whatever the chunks holiday it is) I don’t have to do the work I usually do on Saturday nights tonight. Instead, I do stuff that would usually be done for Monday. Go holiday! You make little difference to me!

From the Land of Plenty.

I get spendcrazy when I work a lot. I’ve bought so many toys/comics/DVDs and such lately that I could have bought a goat for an African family and have had change. I know the prices. I honestly could have. I’m going to go eat so that I won’t feel so bad about that.

Haiku!

Dancing in the rain,
Jainie slipped in a puddle.
That is how she died.

I’ve often said that the year I was unemployed was the best year of my life. But then I look back upon it and I see I left my job with plenty of money and didn’t have any bills to pay or anything like that. I wasn’t unemployed. I was freakin’ retired. Dang, I don’t want to have to wait another fifty years for it to happen again.