I still don’t have any working email. Which sucks. I like having email. It makes me feel like a real man. And I need as many things as I can get that make me feel like a real man. Because if I have enough of them, it might become true.

In other news, I am pretty sure that a series of viking warships are planning to encroach upon your borders and eat you. I’d keep an eye on them if I were you. Seriously. They’re bad for you. They’re vikings.

It’s sad how often during the week I will have something in my head that I just have to put on my website so that it’ll be interesting again. But then I only get around to writing anything every four or five days I never remember what I wanted to say.

Clearly I must pay for this stupidity. And so, I will see if I can’t get an article up in the next few days. And since I don’t have access to Contains2 at the moment, it’ll have to be a new article. Not that there’s anyone here to be reading that’ll demand a new one, but I’ll be here. I’ll know.

Well, the Contains2 server has gone down. I should look into that, because without it I have no email. And without email, I’m lost. What can I do without the ability to sift through seventy emails a day to find that every single one of them is spam and nobody sent me anything for real?

I do, however, hope that all those hundreds of spam emails that I would normally have recieved over the course of the time the server is down are being bounced back to their senders and they’ll take me off their lists. But somehow I bet it isn’t all that likely.

Beyond that I have nothing much else to say just now.

If I woke up tomorrow and I had gained telepathy, I think I’d have some french toast. As it is, I just don’t feel like puttng forth the effort of making the french toast. If I had telepathy, I’d be in a better mood, then I could probably do it.

Also, they should make windshield wipers that automatically detect when something is on a windshield and then scrub it off. Not that I, as a non-driver, actually care, but you’d think that technology would have done that one by now.

I do a lot of crossword puzzles at work (it keeps the mind off of how much of my life is being wasted) and a few weeks ago I came across a puzzler. The clue was “Fictional Character in the Marvel Comics Universe.” Now this is the sort of thing I ought to know. I may not know much when it all comes down to it, but this? This is my niche. But I didn’t get it. It was three letters and the middle one was “P”. The only thing that could fit would be Ape. And while there is a character named Ape (this Morlock in a toque who, if I remember correctly was a shapeshifter) there’s no way in heck he’s making it into a crossword. Especially one made for the South Shore of Nova Scotia’s Out and About section. But last night I saw the answers. It was “Ape”. What the chunks? Honestly?

Ah well. Good for Ape, I guess. Too bad I’m pretty sure he’s dead in the comics. But c’est la vie.

Haiku!

It’s a big bullet.
Shot from the world’s biggest gun.
It can break your soul.

Watched the Strangers With Candy movie yesterday. I had seen some people on the Internet complaining about it, but I liked it. People on the Internet complain too much. And we’ve been watching downloads of Duckman lately too. There’s a show that deserves to be on DVD.

Reoun an rtehr. Abg bein tkin afhbk ah, tba ggmibm, atihn inuin. R aybiyn fhgahiun jghb’jo. Uhubn nhbybuanhb. But what can you do?

And that’s it for now.