Hostages.

Y’know, since I removed the ability to comment on two of my post (this and this). I have not received ANY spam comments. I wonder what was so special about those that made them targets of all the spammers of the world?

Anyway, I have to come up with a million dollar idea and fast? What do people need more? Robot waiters that are programmed to explode if you order everything in Aramaic or genetically engineered fish who can build underwater statues of birds? I only have the resources to one of these ideas at a time and I have no idea where to start.

Haiku!

Yo, my hostages.
I suppose you want freedom.
Are your parents rich?

Once again, I have nothing particularly interesting to speak of involving my own life. But I do have that trip to New York coming up next month. I anticipate that it, even though very brief, will be pretty sweet. But apart from that, I can honestly say that I could not really tell my life at this point from my life a year ago. There’s really not been much change.

The City So Nice They Named It New York

So, I’ve got myself booked on a plane and into a hotel so that I will be taking a brief trip to New York in March. That makes me better than I was before. And also better than plenty of other people. They know which ones I’m talking about. They know.

I have no real plan of action once I get there, yet, but that’s also true of pretty much every day here, so I see no problem with it.

Beyond that, not really any interesting thing to say. So that’s it.

2007 Ender.

And so another month ends and another year ends. Before I even knew what hit me, 2007 is over and it is time for the Dark Lord Char’Nagh to make his rounds collecting sacrifices and delivering weapons or something.

Haiku!

New Years is a scam.
It’s the calendar makers.
They made it all up.

Beyond that I don’t know what I feel like saying, so I’m not going to say it. Unless it was that. Maybe it was…

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