I’ve had this wart on my left index finger for, I’m going to say a year now. Then I saw this commercial for a wart-removal product the name of which I can’t remember or be bothered to look up. Thing is, it actually allows you to freeze the wart yourself. This seemed like technology I should not be allowed to have, so I went and got some.

So yesterday, sure enough, using chemicals I have now freezed that wart it seems, and a nice circle of my flesh to the side of it. And I have to say the flesh that was frozen kinda hurts. And it’s all puffy. Suffice it to say I’m hoping I don’t get hit by a freeze ray now.

Haiku!

Mario 2 ruled!
I may like part three better,
But Toad made 2 cool.

Why hasn’t Wart, the boss from Mario 2 shown up again? And the fact it was a dream is not an answer. In the Mushroom Kingdom that would hardly matter.

What the chunks? I’m just waking up from ten hours of sleep and I I don’t feel rested at all. That’s not cool. I totally expected to look at the clock and see that it was twelve o’clock or something. It was not. It’s almost Seven. I’m sad now. Had I known I wouldn’t wake up, I would have set my alarm. Ah well…

Ducks versus giraffes. The giraffes have a big advantage as far as size is concerned, but ducks can fly. Ducks can fly.

And the Contains2 server is all the way down again. Now I’m going to have to look into that again. Crapdammit.

Dude, about an hour ago I bled all over a floor. It was awesome.

A friend of mine told me he had a dream a few nights ago in which I tried alcohol for the first time. Before long I was angrily accusing everyone of being zombies and threatening to kill them. That seems very likely to me as far as what would happen if I became a drinker.

Haiku!

Please Do Not Panic.
The world will end soon enough.
Just sit down and wait.

Let’s see, what else is new? A couple weeks ago I watched Blacula at work and I was dissapointed that a co-worker who is about 26 or so had never heard of it. Last night I brought in some Monty Python’s Flying Circus and a guy about thirty didn’t know what it was. Blacula I can forgive, but not knowing what Monty Python is? That’s just wrong.

And I don’t have much else to say. Weather’s nice. Maybe I’ll go look at it.

It’s effing May! How the chunks does that happen? I demand it be February again! Of 2002 if possible. But alas…

I don’t have much to say, as usual. Do ghosts dream? Can time travellers vote? Will the moon ever shut up? Can frogs become cyborgs?

The answer to some of those questions is “no”.

I don’t want to go to work.

Today we went and saw Hot Fuzz. You should too.

More significantly we came up with a surefire solution to the problems in Iraq. And everywhere else for that matter. We create a new military force called the Freak Corps. We forcibly recruit the world’s tallest man, any and all cyborgs, a stage magician, a boxing kangaroo, a sumo wrestler, a faith healer, that guy who doesn’t need to sleep, some of that family with the hairy faces, the world’s strongest man, a polar bear, some contortionists, psychic investigators, that guy who tattooed himself to look like a tiger man and anyone else who has cool or freakish powers. And they all wear capes.

This military strategy would solve any and all of the world’s problems.