I propose that some Hollywood studio should make a computer animated movie about animals that go on some manner of adventure. It’s too good an idea to fail! Now, I shall accept some small fraction of the profits made by any such movies, but I’ll let the filmmakers keep the rest. Bring it on!
I’ve got another long night of work ahead of me now and humanity shall gain nothing from my doing it. Sigh… Why do I even wake up anymore?
Haiku!
Clocks can time-travel,
When they are used correctly.
So can sundials.
If a doctor can cure a disease, why can’t a boxer cure a bisease? I demand a satisfactory answer.
Okay, so it was like 10:00-ish when I walked Marq to the bus stop as he left for work. Let’s say I got home at 10:30 or something. Then I watched about an hour and a half of Strangers With Candy while I read comics and baked cookies. Then I showered, then did the dishes. I wasn’t wearing my watch and I figured it was about one, one-thirty at the latest. For someone who lives on a night-schedule, that’s plenty of time to still do something. Only when I looked at the clock on the phone it was effin’ Four O’Nine!
Logically, I assume I experienced a blackout caused by abduction by aliens, or perhaps time-travellers. Maybe wizards. In any case, I feel utterly violated by the probing that I assume took over two hours of my time. If I don’t gain superpowers from this, I’m going to be very unhappy. I could have spent that time building a tree fort. Or buying snake warmers. Or washing a sword. Or something…
Haiku!
Which way is the store?
Y’know, the one that sells ham.
I know that you know.
Honestly. I was multitasking! That should have saved me time, not allowed it to slip away unnoticed. Curses!
Okay, it’s nine years in the future and you suddenly don’t have lungs. You’re still getting around fine without them, but people have started mocking you and it is, frankly, getting annoying. Finally some guy dressed like a pirate comes up to you claiming to have the power to return your missing organs. Unfortunately it turns out he thought you were some guy whose shipment of musical instruments had gone missing. I guess what I’m trying to say is, the future, she looks bleak.
Haiku!
Golden Explosives!
They’re the most expensive kind.
Worth every penny.
Today I was informed that I needn’t be at work until two hours later than I was expecting. Which kicks ass. I got to be all eat-with-Marq-and-Kip-y. Which is way better than being at work. Way better. But now I still have to get ready for work. Which is less pleasing.
If there were simply no way to avoid being taped to a train and brought to Wisconsin, would you do it? Yes. You would. You’d have no choice.
Haiku!
Rambo Philanto.
That’s the name of my lawyer.
Well… I wish it was.
Alright, since I’ve started working only night shifts, I’ve felt far more rested and stuff. I’ve been generally feeling better (though I still despise having to go to work). Thus, starting next week, I’m going to do things for the site, dammit. Be there, or be so square you’re a rectangle!
I rented the Godfather II the other day and it wasn’t until later that I was made aware that it is over three hours long. Today I watched it, and I did enjoy it, but still that really ate a big portion of my free time. Shame on this planet’s population for deciding that hours of ones lives were able to be sold and then deciding that that was the best way to exist.
Haiku!
This is the first line.
Now we’re on to the second.
Number three is last.
Do they make high-heel cement shoes?
