So what have I been up to lately? Looking for work, saw Star Trek for the third time, been over sleeping, and playing Playstation which has driven me to want to smash my Final Fantasy X disc as it's last boss fight mocks even when I am not playing it.
I also did also did a little thrift store shopping. Found a couple of old computer games as well as a a paperback biography of John Wayne called The Duke, and... wait for it... Battlestar Galactica 2: The Cylon Death Machine, copy right 1979. I plan to give it to Sean since he reads those kinds of Science Fiction pulp novels. That is of course once George Lucas releases his neon pink mits from around his throat.
I've also made the decision to cut back dramatically on my drinking. So Monday through Thursday I'm going to pick a normal bed time, have one glass for relaxation, and see how that works out. I'm just sick of my life style. I'm a Christian and Republican, and it's time I started acting like one.
That being said I'm still getting wicked hammered on the weekend.
This time the trap must work. It must, the imperious leader of the Cylons had commanded, ensnare the human fleet completely. The humans should not be able to make one of their sneaky last-minute escapes...
Sends chills down your spine doesn't it?
You know last time I checked I was number 83 on the ReverbNation South Florida charts
for Fart Submarine. I wonder who number 84 is. Perhaps some local poet? A deeply troubled young woman writing about her hopes and fears only to find that her music has been beaten out by a song about a submarine made of farts. Well more to come later today. Just a general update for now.
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