Eventually, we’re going to have to breed rabbits for food. I have mapped out seventeen possible futures for our species and they all involve doing so. It’s clearly unavoidable. Now that we know this for certain, I propose we tear down an entire city and convert it into a giant rabbit processing plant. I propose we do this to Medicine Hat because it has the prime locale for such an endeavor.

The previous paragraph was just nonsense used to disguise the fact that I wanted to mention Medicine Hat.

Haiku!

British people speak!
The whole world listens to them.
They say, “Bollocks, mate!”

So, I’m off to work again. I’ve been trying to cram some “enjoyment of life” into my respites lately, but unfortunately that leaves me with no work done here. Let’s see if I can’t fix that tomorrow.

Okay, I just officially announced this thing on the “Parent Company Website.” That means, I’ll have to figure out how I’m doing the Articles here soon. But not too soon, because I have to go to work. Which I’m not loving.

Haiku!

Robot from the Mars.
He can fly and hover a bit.
I wish he my friend.

Though Marq, my roommate, and I don’t pay for cable, we seem to get the channel Global in perfectly clear. Marq says he hates their news. I can’t remember what they play. I know the Simpsons are on there and the Daily Show isn’t. Hmmmm. I guess I’ll continue not caring.