If, someday, I become a serial killer I hope I am cognizant of my actions enough that I also become a cannibal. Sure it would bring more risk upon myself to keep and eat the bodies than it would to hide them away somewhere, but it they’re hidden they just go to waste and that is pretty thoughtless, I think. If I eat them, it’s less wasteful and thus better for all involved.
Haiku!
Syllables are here!
Five! Seven! We have it all!
Except, of course, nine.
I don’t know how to tell if it is true or not, but I believe there is a horse on the moon.
If I am ever serial killed, I guess I’d want to be eaten rather than hidden away to rot. Even better would be if the killer left me in a hospital so all my organs and parts could be donated to other people, but what kind of serial killer would do that? Not too likely, so I guess I’ll stick with being eaten.
Thunder and lightning is happening! That’s always cool. I’m pro-that.
Do you suppose there has ever been a man who got a rock embedded in his foot and then whenever he kicked someone he did extra damage? If so, I consider that a superpower.
Haiku!
Space is way to big.
All our rocketships can try,
But will not fill it.
I think it is this Fall that television networks are going to be allowing more time for advertisers. Is that really going to help fight against the Internets? I think not. Television networks, I think are losing this battle.
To quote the scriptures “No man should carve a hole in his own home, for this is a sinful act punishable by fire and total immasculation. Furthermore, if you have to carve a hole in your own home, do it at Seven O’Clock so God will be busy watching primetime television and won’t notice.”
That’s real scripture. Look it up.
Beyond that, nothing to say. So go away.
A short tale about a little boy and the tree in his back yard.
Giants are real! It turns out they’re twenty feet tall and live in castles with doors too small for them to get out. That’s why you haven’t met any giants.
Anyhow, I am totally enjoying not being at work for a while. But I’ve now hit the days where I would have been off anyway and realize how much I really, really just don’t want to go back. But I’ve said enough about that, I’m sure.
Haiku!
Brigands in the cave!
Don’t walk past the cave, you fool.
They want to rob you.
I don’t know how to fix Contains2. The Internet doesn’t like me. And since Marq has zero interest in looking into it, I guess it’s just screwed. How fun for me.
