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!
Did everyone’s mousepad disappear over night, or was it just me? ’Cause if it was a worldwide thing, I’m willing to let it slide. And apart from that my computer is now rebelling against me by switching all my bookmarks into alphabetical order, instead of the order I had them in for years so I knew where everything was. Technology is the Great Satan.
In other news, I’ve been drafted. It turns out that President Truman invented time-travel and has been getting new troops from different eras. It turns out that he can even draft non-Americans. Well, I’m glad I already know how that war ends, so I won’t have too much to worry about.
