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    Saturday, December 31, 2005

    I Am Bruce Wayne


    Well, here it is, the last day of the year. You’d think I’d have something to say about it, but I don’t really. It’s just another day, another marker we ping as we ride the bone yard trolley on the way to our final sleep. Many things changed this year and hopefully many more will next year as well. Next year should be the year of self-actualization without the new age music. It should be the year we all do something for ourselves. The year that makes each of us figure out exactly what it is we really want, and do our best to take it. It should be the year of frightful introspection and even more frightening adjustment. Tomorrow we should wake and walk from our homes resolute in changing everything in our lives that sucks. This is the year 2006; the year the sucking stops. Ok, so now there’s no more sucking. It isn’t quite how I imagined it, but I guess it’ll do. Damn this post sucks. I'll try and do better tomorrow.

    Thursday, December 29, 2005


    I'm afraid most of my Brain Gas is currently being released on a regular basis at the local watering hole and therefore find little to talk about. I'm sure that as soon as I return to the isolation of the cabin that I will once again victimize you with it here. Look upon this as a slight reprieve from my incessant stupidity and be grateful. Should any rampantly vulgar bit of Humanity raise its ugly head however, I’ll do my best to perpetuate it here as soon as possible.

    As Michael-Paul once said through the blurry haze of much brewed liquid enlightenment, “Beached whales make baby Jesus cry.”

    I leave you to ponder this.

    Tuesday, December 27, 2005

    Useless Poetry

    Today it seems a poem is what,
    Is needed here to read.
    Instead of all the trifles
    I’ve been posting with such speed.

    So here it is in all its glory,
    For you to look upon,
    And wonder if my sanity,
    Has run willy through the Morn.

    Its contents will be simple,
    And possible containing,
    Almost anything that I can think,
    That you’ll find entertaining.

    So push ahead and keep on reading,
    I’m doing all I can,
    To make this poem nonsensical,
    Which always was the plan.

    Just a few more stanzas,
    So try and push ahead,
    Because If It slows down at all,
    The bomb will kill us dead

    It makes no sense, I am aware,
    This little thing of words.
    But somehow here it is the same,
    This verbal pile of turds.

    I've told you nothing useful,
    For the preceding 25,
    So I doubt that you'll get anything,
    From this poem that doesnt strive.

    Yet still you keep on reading,
    Which is your first mistake.
    Your second will most likely be,
    The time you doth forsake.

    Now that I have once again,
    Wasted all your time,
    I need to take a shower now,
    And end this simple rhyme.

    Sunday, December 25, 2005

    Apocalypto Madness

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    Saturday, December 24, 2005

    Time of (Giving) Taking

    It's always good to know this time of year, that there is an underground social blight eating away slowly at the very fibers of our society at large. It is only a matter of time before humanity will succumb and wither and we shall all be lesser for it. I recommend staying and watching the whole process from here on out, either that or we should start bioengineering booby traps on and in our bodies so that once we pass, we will still have mighty Kung-Fu against the sickly pale human fungus that operates beneath or greatest fears. We should get cut some slack after we've died.

    Friday, December 23, 2005

    In Town

    it wuld seem now, that I will be in town through the New Year. The parents are going to Florida on the 26th, and I'll be house sitting for them. So, I'm going to do my best to see everyone that I can. General history indicates I'll be at the bar on many occasions but need to also catch up on much movie watching. I hope everyone has a nice Holiday. If something interesting come up, I'll put it here. Will Maintain GCCS and GBH throughout, but posting them may be sporadic based on revelry of the season.

    I have much present wrapping and cabin lock-down to perform at the moment.

    amare et sapere vix deo conceditur

    Thursday, December 22, 2005

    Back Into The Breech

    Unfortunately, today is they day I attempt to finish my shopping and I've gotten up ever so late and will now hit traffic, I am sure, before I even leave the cabin drive. Should I not return it has been good knowing most of you and a trial to understand the rest. I've made my list and checked it twice, and scribbled bits of marginalia on the recto portion of the front sleeve. As soon as I finish removing last night's deposit of mucus from my sinus cavity I shall shower and be off. Just remember it is a time of giving and not receiving, so please feel free to give me anything you've received. It isn't that I'm greedy as much as in need of lots more useless things to hoard and one day make a fortune on ala Mark Hammil in AMAZING STORIES.

    On an unrelated note, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah (which this year you share with all the Christians since the first night falls on Dec 25th [Jewish Year 5766 : sunset December 25, 2005 - nightfall January 2, 2006] I'm surprised no one's made a big deal of it this year with all the hubbub going on about Christian Right controlling the major retailers with their insistence on the use of "Merry Christmas" and not "Happy Holidays". This year it actually should have been "Happy Holidays, which means “Holyday" anyhow, but I digress.), Splendiferous Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays, a right good Boxing day to you, and a Happy New Year. Unless of course you celebrate or adhere to none of these in which case, "A good day to you, sir!"

    Auf Wiedersehen Meine Liebchen

    Wednesday, December 21, 2005

    Merry Christmas Europe

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    Evangelical Smack Down

    Here’s the 139 page decision in the Philadelphia "Intelligent Design" case. It’s nice to know some people still have their heads screwed on straight. Of course, Pat Robertson has to add the Dover area to his little “God hates you” list. If this keeps up, maybe we can just find a place for the Evangelists. I’m thinking an island in the general Hurricane zone. We could call it “Evangelical Island.” And maybe the marketing slogan could be something like “Where all God’s wrath passes through on its way to Judgment.” Of course the best time to visit would be December – May for Atheists, Agnostics, and members of any humble belief. For Evangelicals, it would be June-November.

    Also, a few amusing links to the yearly SantaCon world events, of which the Auckland Incident was connected. Also, Santarchy and a photo pool from one fellow who thought a nice Cthulhu Santa would be just the thing.

    I think the cabin's floor is settling in for winter. It makes extremely loud Cracking noises. No damage is present yet so I think its the old expansion/contraction thing going on since the inside is 70 degrees and the outside is 17 degrees. Sometimes it's so loud it scares the Jeebus out of me. For some reason I have this vision in my head of the whole place splitting in half and falling into a very dark hole, where I can feel the cold dead breath of something giant that's been slumbering for a thousand years. I imagine stumbling through the rubble until I find a large round rock. While I pass by it, the rock flutters and opens to a giant eye that begins to look at me longingly. Then my feet get stuck and I begin to sink into the folds of its mucus-coated skin. Just before I go under, I can feel a thousand teeth begin to chew my legs and realize it will take me a long time to die. Well, I don't think that all the time.

    Tuesday, December 20, 2005

    Today is not Yesturday

    Christmas is officially here as Mom delivers the Christmas schedule which will involve me going home on Christmas Eve to be with just them , then staying the night and driving up to Kingsport on Christmas day to see my brother and his family, then driving back, and then me coming back up here until new years, or staying a day with them. Oy. So, I told my mom that next year after I sell a “million dollar” screenplay, I’ll fly them both out for an LA Christmas. Or, maybe we’ll go to Vegas. It really will be easier that way.

    Here’s a couple of interesting articles about C.S. Lewis. They take two diametrically opposed views , though one is more personal while the other is an article in a specialty magazine. The first if from the Baptist Standard, which paints Lewis as “the last century's most famous convert from atheist to Anglican-“. Then there is this one, from piano tuner Steve Van Nattan, or more specifically his wife Mary, both of whom seem to be right here near me. Raise the roof high brethren. Notice at the end of the article that she uses the Lord to deflect any bad blood that might come from her lack of proper source citations.

    OK, there is currently something wrong with the paste function in my MS WORD which is driving me insane. To paste anything into it I now have to use “Paste Special”. It’s time for a system restart. I’ve become so accustomed to cutting and pasting at my whim that when it doesn’t work it feels like someone ripped off one of my arms. Just building this little post with it’s (3) hyperlinks was like scaling Mt. Sinai.

    Also, for those of you who didn’t get the e-mail, the ever vivacious Anne Miller will be behind the bar on New Years Eve for a one time, limited engagement fundraiser, for her new establishment. By fundraiser, I mean she needs the tips because I doubt those yahoos in MN know how to lay down cash for a lady. (Sorry about that last sentence Anne, it made you out to be a floozy, which we all know you are not.)

    I went outside this morning to fling rocks at Mr. Nibbles, but had to move slowly back inside. It seems that there was some sort of wild squirrel cabal going on outside. I counted fifteen before I edged back in and closed the door. Nothing more unsettling than hearing fifteen squirrels chitter while they run around knocking each other off branches. It must have been some sort of turf war. Hopefully they’ll take car of each other. I hope it didn’t have anything to do with me giving one Squirrel warlord fresh nuts and not the other. Oh well, diplomacy at work.

    Sunday, December 18, 2005

    Again with the nothing

    Spent most of today writing a short story that doesn't seem so short anymore. I might be done tonight, but most likely it'll take most of the day tomorrow as well. I did go fishing though but caught only bait fish as it were. I swear I'm going to cure me some small blue gill one of these days. I wonder if you can fry a small fish like that whole and eat it, gutted of course? Probably, but it really isn't worth the mess the oil would make here. I also spent a few minutes shooting rocks at Mr. Nibbles with a sling shot. I'll need to bring back my BB gun from Christmas visit so I can actually remedy the problem. I have no great desire to kill him, but if he keeps nibbling, there will have to be consequences.

    I'm almost to the part in Harry Potter VI where Dumbledore dies. I can't wait. It's not the best of the franchise, but is an enjoyable read. I'm sure I'll find his death lackluster, what I call a "Yar Death." But I'll have to wait and see.

    Been participating in a slow e-mail conversation with my friend, at least I hope we're still friends, Jessica (not the one who met some of you at the bar, but a different one) who just got a job working for E!, and some of you will be excited to know (Breena) that she's currently writing for a couple of their countdown shows, namely: "I just finished writing on "101 Celebrity Slimdowns" and just started on "50 Best Chick Flicks." So at some point you will be able to enjoy these at the bar. Countdown shows are always good at the bar. They stimulate conversation at a time when most people are not ready to talk to each other yet. Namely before the first beer is finished, however few people can resist talking to the TV when they disagree with who's #7 is on a list of cutest child stars.

    Of course I'm mentioning her here because she says she doesn't read blogs on principle (because she'd get addicted and get less work done) and is sorry she hasn't read mine, so she'll never know I wrote about her. Unless I tell her of course so that she'll see what I've said and then get pissed because it is harmless and she's just read a blog. But, I wouldn't do that. It just isn't the type of person I am.

    Hello Jessica.

    Saturday, December 17, 2005


    Nothing interesting happened today. Well, at least not yet.

    "Greg By Himself" and "Giant Cowboy Chicken Says," are now fully operational. New cartoons everyday until I pass out or die.

    Friday, December 16, 2005


    Surprisingly, someone with more time on their hands than me has made a rather wonderful fake "front page" from 1933s "Big Monkey Day".

    In other news I've had to switch to well water while I figure out what went wrong with the main pump. I might as well be a building super while I'm at it. Oh wait, that's surprisingly what today has been like.

    Dad comes up tomorrow for pump fixing, tree sheering, and possible roof crawling fun. Stay tuned for all of the excitement. I guess that means it's time to hide the hootch and nurses. I'm getting tired of nurses anyway. I'm thinking of switching to librarians...with glasses.

    Attention Must Be Paid

    You knew it was bound to happen. You knew I'd eventually take this thing too far. I have a few old things and a few new things in different stages of readiness. Click on the squares to access the different aspects. Every page but “Tales”, for now, will maintain the links under the headers. Not for the faint at heart. Warnings have been given.

    I've been experiencing power outages here in the hinterlands, so don't know how much more progress will be made today.

    Thursday, December 15, 2005

    Giant Cowboy Chicken Says 1

    T-Shirts - Coming Soon 6

    A new line of "Monkey Poem" T-shirts is currently in the works.

    Cinema Death Watch

    It had to eventually happen. They've been trying to do it for years, and now they're actually perusing it wholesale. Why make a movie that is going to flop. It makes perfect sense to run it through a “smart” neural net first and see if it is worth everyone's time and money. Screw the intricacies of the plot. Hollywood is killing itself, someone else needs to step up to the plate. This is only countered by the fact that 90% + of this years award worthy films were all made for under 30 mil. Maybe they can just push past the creative element and build another neural net that'll write the script. Then monkeys could direct from remote loctions via virtual presence. No one ever believes me when I tell them these things.

    I think I'll switch to poetry. No one ever messes with poetry.

    Blockbuster 1:

    Large ship/plane/train with lovers onboard.
    Big storm of waves/rain/lightening and emotion.
    Keira Knightley, George Clooney, Mos Def and Julia Roberts.
    Robert Redford has a cameo, or maybe Paul Newman.
    If it's quiet, Bill Murray will pass in the night.
    Someone will die.
    Someone will cry.
    Someone will be lost.
    Someone will change.
    Someone will mentor.
    Someone will learn.
    Then all will be lost.
    Or maybe not.

    Damn. I never was good at poetry. Well, at least not the good kind.

    I once had a monkey,
    Who’d sit and throw his dung.
    Then climbed on trees all day long,
    While having lots of fun.
    Then one day he found a tick,
    Embedded in his head.
    The tick was very poisonous,
    So now my monkey ‘s dead.


    I set four traps last night with good Vermont extra sharp white cheddar. The mousmoleshrew simply crapped near all of them. I'm almost at wits end on how to rid myself of this thing. I'm thinking of getting one of my friends to bring over his night vision motion sensing cameras he uses to stake out hunting trails. I want to see what I'm up against. I imagine it's been inbred with multiple species of rodent. It has the basic body of a shrew, but with the metabolism of a mouse and the digging capability of a mole. I imagine it sees in infrared and can hear my heart beat through the walls. I imagine at night that it's digging its way through the thin fabric of reality and trying to tunnel into my head. I'm starting to thing that isn't mucus in my sinus cavities, but viscous, protein heavy fluid it will one day lay its eggs in.

    I need more coffee. I need more sleep. I need more inspiration. I need more focus. I need more time. I need more of everything. Or maybe I just imagine that I do.

    p.s. I may have made a fatal mistake and possibly opened this blog to the outside world. If for some far-fetched reason it gets out of control here, I'll have to lock it down. History suggests nothing will happen, entropy insists that it will.

    Wednesday, December 14, 2005

    Dear Santa/God

    With the holidays fast approaching, I thought it was important to make sure everyone knew the proper way to write a letter to Santa or God. Hopefully this will make it easier for you to get what you want. Just remember, God does the miracles and Santa does the X-Box 360. Unfortunately, these instructions only apply to those people living in the US. If you live in a foreign country, please contact your local postmaster for instructions.

    Tuesday, December 13, 2005

    Monday, December 12, 2005

    In Which Eeyore Hates Disney

    Eeyore knew this was coming. Everyone kept telling him to cheer-up; that things would get better. He knew the truth. Large corporations care about nothing but themselves. Eeyore thinks this is almost as bad as the time Disney made him take Prozac because he was too much of a downer for the kids. Eeyore thinks of A. A. Milne and for just a moment a smile crosses his face. He is happy for a glimmer of a minute as he imagines the Old Man is alive to see this. Last time he got mad he'd kicked a small child in the face. No one liked to make the Old Man angry. Eeyore wished the Old Man were here now, on a plane heading toward Disney where he'd burn them to the ground.

    It would seem that the ignorant, backward, possibly pedophilic mongoloids over at Disney think that their tripe-riddled version of Winnie The Pooh needs an extreme make over. So me and Eeoyre are leaving the Hundred Acre Wood and finding somewhere better. We're thinking about starting an anger management company in Minneapolis.

    Someone else's take on the whole thing. I'm too angry to make this post funny.

    The Sickness

    I can feel something lodged in my throat, just hanging there above my esophagus. I think I have the sickness. It's trying to get to my lungs like it did years ago. It likes it there where it is moist and warm and there's plenty of room to grow. I’m making chicken soup and drinking orange/v-8/pomogranite juice; I hope I’m in time.

    I put up a new piece of brain gas over on tales. I wrote it bleary eyed through bourbon glasses.

    If the sickness goes to far, I’ll take the slingshot and bourbon on the deck and shoot as many of the little bastards as I can while screaming at the sun. Of course I should check my supply of shot first. I also need to get some serious traps for inside the house where the mousmoleshrew is still happily crapping his way through the midnight hours. I’ve been nice. I’ve put down humane traps. As Patrick Swayze said in ROADHOUSE, “I want you to be nice until it's time to not be nice.” I think that’s a good credo to live by. I’m just waiting for Sam Elliot to get here so the killing can begin.

    At some point last night, or this morning, I got it in my head to see if I could get any signals from the air up in the loft. After a few hours of wires/bowls/and aluminum foil, I now have fuzzy JERRY SPRINGER, PBS and faint ghosts of all the locals. It looks like if there was an actual TV antenna here, local channels could easily be received. I'm thinking of covering the entire ceiling in foil and turning the whole cabin into an antenna. Maybe then I can get better cell phone reception as well.

    Sunday, December 11, 2005


    I woke up this morning to find that the squirrels have established outposts along the boundary of the cabin. I didn’t see them last night because it was too dark when I arrived home and the little bastards see better in the dark than I do. They’re actively watching me know. Some of them are armed. The true nature of these outposts is unknown at this time. I’m sure they’re looking for patterns. They’ll try to exploit any weakness they can find in my defenses. If watching is the game they want to play then fine by me. I have the patience of an extremely patient person. I’ve also got a slingshot if they decide to get frisky. I don’t need the hassle and there’s too many of them anyway. I think I can still sneak out unseen on occasion assuming I distract the guards by throwing pistachios onto the deck in back. They may be planning something, but they still have weaknesses. I’m sure one or two of them can be bribed as well. There are always a few bad apples in every army.

    Friday, December 09, 2005

    Running Away

    Running back to the woods tomorrow, which is probably a good thing. I seem to have the will power of the Marques de Sade. I’m afraid I’ll need a liver transplant soon, and I seem to misplaced my nurse. Start saving your pennies those don’t come cheap. Liver transplants that is, nurses are a dime a dozen, at least where I shop.

    It was a welcome if not somewhat unproductive break, but it must end. I’ll return sometime near the end of the month with a hunting rife and a scope and keep you safe by scanning the skies for fat terrorists in frilly toboggans who can’t stop chuckling about their plans.

    I’ll try harder next time to see everyone I didn’t see on this round, and try and bitch about it a little less as well. Hopefully I can get a good night sleep next week when my schedule doesn’t have to match his royal highness. Yeowl.

    In the end I think I was a little harsh on the crew who shot here yesterday. It wasn’t their fault they forgot a camera of some kind so they could take pictures of the rooms before they moved everything, so they could later put everything back where it went. Oh wait, yes it was. It’s close I guess, but I’m still finding things tucked away where they don’t belong. It was the nonchalant attitude I respected.

    Going shopping now. Everyone gets something used this year. Tis the season of regifting Just make sure you give the things from friends to family and the things from family to friends. Otherwise it could cause a rift in the relationship and send everyone spiraling into depression.

    Oh well, I’m off.

    Thursday, December 08, 2005


    They're here, in the house. The fancy men with their fancy 24p camera eating biscuits and crapping like trained monkeys in the toilet. Of course, as irony is my friend, the cat didn't try and wake me at 6:30 this morning. He simply jumped on the bed and went to sleep. So I woke myself at 4:00 expecting his arrival and drifted in and out of consciousness until my alarm went off at 7:00. If they hadn't been coming, I would have slept through the night for the first time in 7 days. Instead, I'm surrounded by grips and electrics, a DP who thinks he's the director, but is unable to make the lighting adjustments, so the AC is basically the DP. Now the director/producer is trying to tell the DP what he wants. It's like film school all over again except these are local "professionals".

    Somehow the craft services woman was just told who I was, whatever that means. She just asked me what my screenplay is about. I told her I don't talk about those things. I've said nothing to anyone. What little musings about me have radiated into the air here in this fair city? This is very disconcerting.

    They're pulling up the carpets and have called for a dolly. It's most interesting to me that this is a shoot for images to be used for a special about fung shui, and there is no "designer" here so the director/producer is running around redecorating and wondering where all of the "props" were from whenever it was he photographed the house. Plus, unless my understanding of Fung Shui is off, the house while nicely designed, is not a fung shui house. Oh well. What do I know. After this I'll never work in this town again.

    Director/Producer just asked if I could write a screenplay while they were outside the office making so much noise. I told him I'm not writing a screenplay. I'm not, I'm writing this.

    Wednesday, December 07, 2005

    Turkish Gold Bastard

    So, I was looking for my McKay's blue credit chit earlier today. I'd bought a few things a couple of days ago and had lost track of it. I knew it was somewhere, but could not quite remember where, although I had a feeling it was on the kitchen island at the house where I am currently staying. However, I was not there but at my parent's house checking in on Pascal the cat, and decided on my way home I'd check back in at McKay's to see if anything new had made it onto the shelves. So, I began going through all my pockets. Right inside jacket was the ipod and a few receipts. Inside left jacket was my cell phone and a few more receipts. My right sleeve pocket was my cards and stuff but nothing else. I knew it wasn't in my pants pockets because those get cleaned out and refilled every night and subsequent morning. Anyway, I double-checked my outer left coat pocket and that was just antacids and a pack of gum. Last was the outer right coat pocket, which almost never has anything in it, but there I did find a receipt, and something else. There in my right side outer jacket pocket were the remains of two well-crushed Turkish Gold (presumably Camel, moste likely lights [you poor disillusioned bastard]) cigarettes. The filters had of course broken off of the cigarettes and my pocket was filled with thousands of small dry pieces of tobacco, which took like four minutes to completely get out.

    One of you is up to Evil. Had I found them to be whole, it is quite likely that I would have smoked them. I'm only human you know. So, if you keep it up I will smoke them. If I find out who you are I will take your pack from you and smoke all of them as well, after which I will go buy a carton and smoke of all of it and then continue ad infinitum. You have been warned. I will start again if you persist. My future is in your hands you beautifully evil, nasty bastard.

    p.s. Found the chit, it was on the kitchen island as I thought.

    Monday, December 05, 2005

    I know writers

    Well, it is absolutely true that I know writers. I also know a few people, mostly myself, that claim to be. However, for every one of me there is at least one of them. His first book is coming out in 2006. While I haven't read it, I hear good things. OK, I haven't really heard much but another friend of mine wants to have it made into a movie, and I think she's actually read it. That in itself should be enough for you to look for it, especially if you have kids. If you don't have kids but occasionally read, or occasionally read to others kids, you should also look into it. You should maybe have a look if you like baseball and possibly things about Japan BTB. If you are in a place of prestige, you should tell people about it, or maybe just talk to them about something else. Either way, I think you will enjoy it more if you read it than if you don’t, even though you’ll have to wait a bit for it to come out which should give me enough time to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. So, just to recap, read his book (when it comes out) and give me a bit. This writing crap ain’t easy you know.

    Magic Pants

    I have bought a pair of “Legendary Gold” magical pants for only $10.99. They repel stains and are resistant to wrinkles. They must be cunning and powerful, these pants, to resist the entropy of the wrinkle. It says that during washing they help to lift stains, so they must be mighty as well, these pants. Not only that, but they are also double pleated and feel like polished canvas, but what do expect for $10.99…satin? They are of course black, but they didn’t have a cheaper pair without the stain resisting mojo. It also says that they like to relax, which is good for I do as well. I have never bought a pair of pants that comes with a 1 year warranty. I am excited. If they work out, they may become a part of the official Brigade uniform. If they chafe they shall not. I think I shall name them Carl.

    (Note: best read in the voice of John Lovitz.)

    Giving Thanks

    December 5, 1933 - Prohibition of alcoholic beverages in the United States officially ended when the 21st Amendment to the U.S. Constitution was ratified.

    Disapproving Eyes

    The stone gods stare at me with their blank accusing eyes. They wonder why I have done nothing in the past few days. I look down in shame and reflect on my failures. “It was the sweet wine,” I say to them in repenting tones. “The sweet, sweet, succulent honey wine.” They could care less and continue to stare unflinchingly. Their eyes are cold on me and make me shake with chills. The tremors have come on again. What they don’t know is that secretly I snicker at their crowns of Ivy and Stars and wonder what they were thinking when they decided to wear these silly hats.

    Friday, December 02, 2005

    Killer Squirrels

    It has been brought to my attention by "English Bob" that there are currently "Killer Squirrels" inhabiting the forests of Russia. We must keep these so called "Black Squirrels of Death" from entering our country. While our scientists do believe that the black squirrels will be made more docile once they mate with our superior grey squirrels, this is only if they can keep themselves from attacking and eating the grey squirrels. So be diligent, keep an eye on the little bastards. Let them know that you know what they’re up to. Then they’ll know that you know that they know that you have you’re eye on them. It's all fun and games until you get your face chewed off, slowly, by small rodents with cute tails.

    Thursday, December 01, 2005

    Servitude Extended

    My time of service has been extended by a second tour of duty through the 10th of Dec. When will this bloody war end? Someone get me a pint and a nurse...and keep the ambulance running.

    Level of Evil

    This site is certified 28% EVIL by the Gematriculator

    This site has been certified as being 28% evil. I'm going to have to seriously work on that.

    This site is certified 51% EVIL by the Gematriculator

    Luckily "Tales of the Fabricationist" is checking in at 51% evil which is much more acceptable.

    December 1, 2005

    Support World AIDS Day


    At some point last night I think some malevolent little house elf came into my room and removed one of my eyes and stuffed a dirty sock into my brain. It all feels like cotton now. I should have had more water. Nothing like waking up at four in the morning to a cat walking all over the bed with a dirty sock in your head and acid trying to eat the back of your throat out. I think I had two too many last night and would therefore like to apologize to anyone about anything I might have said within any conversation, including conversations I wasn’t involved in. There is also a mystery as to how after all this drinking my tab came up as $ 0.00. I seem to be beset on all sides by some odd kindness that takes the form of invisible bar tabs. I like it here; I think I want to stay.

    And to all you poor bastards that didn't get a T.A.R.D.I.S keychain, it sucks to be you. And to all you poor bastards that don't know what a T.A.R.D.I.S is, it sucks to be me.

    And to everyone that actually had to get up and go to work this morning, I salute you. No really, I'm saluting right now.