Okay, it’s the end of the calendar year (but more importantly, not the fiscal year) and you all know what that means, right? It’s time to make sacrifices to the Dark Lord Char’Nagh! Hooray! He prefers innocent souls, like robots and lizardmen, but any sacrifice will do.
Meanwhile, I didn’t care for much of 2006, I don’t think. I mean, I’m glad it was there and all, but it’s not going to be winning any awards from me. Except “Best Year of 2006”, but that one has no competition…
And I think this one really will be my last post of the year. Next year, I’ll do better.
So, I dream pretty much every night. It’s all usually pretty strange stuff and nonsense like you might expect from my mind if you knew it at all.
Last night I dreamt I fathered a child. That was messed up. There was going to be So many emotions and stuff. Doubt. Happiness. Confusion. Trepidation. Joy. Messed. Up. It’s been a long time since one of my dreams evoked so many damn emotions. I still feel strange about it. Also, the dream included me visiting England via the TransAtlantic Railway, which totally doesn’t exist, so it was not devoid of my usual strange stuff.
In other news, I’m pretty sure that I heard a guy refer to his Christmas Vacation as “Christmas Vacay”. I find vacation a strange word to shorten and do not approve of it.
With my posting habits, this one may be my last of this year. I’ll hope not, but I have to admit, it’s totally likely. In that case:
BAM! You got punched, bitch!
I hope you totally cry!
That’s what you get! BITCH!
I’m going to have three days off this week. In a freakin’ row. Awesome. Perhaps this is sad compared to some people’s Christmas holidays (especially all those unholy undeserving uncool little “children” people.), but hey, I’m pleased with having three days off. In a row.
And I don’t want to say much about the new year just yet, but this is one thing I must add:
Ape Slave Training Manual.
In other news, I’m up well past my bed time, and I’m likely to regret it. That’s not as cool.
I recently bought the book Jennifer Government. Just now I was laying in bed reading and I came across a line which said that in the capitalistopia in which this book is set, the occupation of being a government agent has “the highest death rate of any occupation except machine operators.”
Machine operator is, of course, my job occupation. Hooray!
In other (local) news, the Halifax School Board apparently bickered and fought so much that the education minister just fired the lot of them. I don’t know or care much about the actual story behind it all, but it amuses me on the principle of firing a bunch of bickering ninnies.
In me complaining news, I’ve been sleeping a lot lately and it has been causing me to get even less done than I usually do. Which sucks because I don’t do much any more. In fact, it’s been about a month since I’ve done laundry. And the fact I’ve bought some new clothes during that month does not make up for the fact that it’s still about a month without doing laundry.
Also, I recently worked the word “ninnies” into a sentence.
I’m pretty sure there’s a holiday of some kind coming up. Hmmm. I’ll have to look into that one.
And finally, please donate money to trees. They need it more than you do. Especially the larch.
Here is my argument against creationism: If there were no such thing as evolution, why do all the people I’ve met from a million years in the future have cool powers that we don’t?
Also, there are Yeti Crabs now. Behold.
Umbrella for sale!
It has no holes! Come get it!
Pay a hundred bucks!
Does people remember the show Megas XLR? I want it released on DVD and I want it soon. Please? I’ll be your friend.