Everybody's Got Something To Hide, Except For Me And My Wookiee...
So, hi. All right? Me, too. The Summer, she treats me well. I've been off the radar here for a spell, O Reader Mine, and I hope I've not been missed *too* much. Try not to trip over that, the warranty's about to expire and I need that ego as long as it can last.
So, I've been a'dating. It's been grand. Goin' on two months now, and we're still not ready to shoot one another. A big plus, that. Think she's got a little getaway in mind to celebrate her upcoming b-day. I'm her huckleberry, kids.
Work's been a real ouch in the sit-space lately. Our Benevolent Masters from the Rising Sun have not been especially collaborative lately. I'm sure we'll bounce back, like the Putty Which Is Silly, but in the mean-time they're using us to copy pictures from the funny papers, then proceed to stretch us into unusual (yet comical) shapes. Laugh, I thought they'd die.
Mid-way through Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber. Not bad, but I prefer Matt Howarth's comic 'Those Annoying Post Brothers' when it comes to tales of dimension-shifting bad boys with homicidal tendencies. Any comic with C'thulu in it (and as the keyboard player in a band, no less) is gonna score high in my bubbling cauldron of grey matter, though.
Oh, yeah, the Wookiee.
I picked up a Star Wars video game. Knights of the Old Republic. 4000 years before Luke smooched on his sis, a bunch of badasses went ape-shit and all dark-sidey. Enter You. You team up with a bunch of Star Warriors and lay the beat down on the Sith. The neat thing is, you can be all Yoda like and good, or make like Darth and go Dark Side. Best of all, you get a Wookiee sidekick. Life's so much better when you can have your Wookiee kick the ever-lovin' shit out of anyone who gives you static. Truth be told, most of my Star-Posse is bad-ass in the extreme. Shit, Reader, even my Droid is packin' heat. Suckas try to drop me, they best beware, my Wookiee's got guns like he's got long hair.
Peace, I'm out.
So, hi. All right? Me, too. The Summer, she treats me well. I've been off the radar here for a spell, O Reader Mine, and I hope I've not been missed *too* much. Try not to trip over that, the warranty's about to expire and I need that ego as long as it can last.
So, I've been a'dating. It's been grand. Goin' on two months now, and we're still not ready to shoot one another. A big plus, that. Think she's got a little getaway in mind to celebrate her upcoming b-day. I'm her huckleberry, kids.
Work's been a real ouch in the sit-space lately. Our Benevolent Masters from the Rising Sun have not been especially collaborative lately. I'm sure we'll bounce back, like the Putty Which Is Silly, but in the mean-time they're using us to copy pictures from the funny papers, then proceed to stretch us into unusual (yet comical) shapes. Laugh, I thought they'd die.
Mid-way through Zelazny's Chronicles of Amber. Not bad, but I prefer Matt Howarth's comic 'Those Annoying Post Brothers' when it comes to tales of dimension-shifting bad boys with homicidal tendencies. Any comic with C'thulu in it (and as the keyboard player in a band, no less) is gonna score high in my bubbling cauldron of grey matter, though.
Oh, yeah, the Wookiee.
I picked up a Star Wars video game. Knights of the Old Republic. 4000 years before Luke smooched on his sis, a bunch of badasses went ape-shit and all dark-sidey. Enter You. You team up with a bunch of Star Warriors and lay the beat down on the Sith. The neat thing is, you can be all Yoda like and good, or make like Darth and go Dark Side. Best of all, you get a Wookiee sidekick. Life's so much better when you can have your Wookiee kick the ever-lovin' shit out of anyone who gives you static. Truth be told, most of my Star-Posse is bad-ass in the extreme. Shit, Reader, even my Droid is packin' heat. Suckas try to drop me, they best beware, my Wookiee's got guns like he's got long hair.
Peace, I'm out.
Later
J