Rookery.

So sue me.

I spent all my money on pamcakes AND this universe-destroying button which I am going to push....

right....

about.....

n..... Ooh Shineys!

/e sets off miniature fighter jets around Count-zilla's head.

One! One fighter jet!

Waaa Aahhhh Aahhhhhhhh!

Two! Two fighter jets!

Waaa Aahhhh Aahhhhhhhh!

Pb, those are sinful and as such I should take them and go exorcise them. As this will likely be gory I will do so in private.

/e sneaks into closet and odd snarfing noises begin.

one! one cheesy donut down.

hee hee hee

two! two cheesy donuts down!

meh heh heh!

Morning Fedor and Madisen!

/e nudges Emmi's clock up by five minutes while she's not looking.

Morning BP!

I hear Marvel is working on meshing their Intellectual property with this merger Bayani.

http://tinypic.com/r/2zob38i/3


Apologies for mental horror, my mspaint skillz are bad. :P

This is very good Viv! Very good!

*hugs Detra*

Speaking the truth. :\


Hiya Bayani.

/e hands a plate with cheeses, apples, and crackers.

Did you see what they did with all those chickens? 8O

I think I might be better off telling them I needed to have a foot amputated or maybe Sudden Gall Bladder Surgery. May have to try that next time. /e adds to list.

/e hugs for Puppeh, Emmi, DP, and Neko.

OOh! Good luck DP! Interviews can be stressful so just sing Styx's 'Come Sail Away' whenever you get stuck on a tough question.

/e pretends not to notice cheese stealing while setting more pieces close to Dp. :P

Good Morning Emmi! I do too. Soo tempted to call in dead this morning but I think they might have figured it out.

/e checks own copy of 'Watchmen'

We'll I'll be ****ed!

Maybe they are roleplaying a human/machine synthetic human from an alternate timeline where leet-like speak has become THE primary way of communication as it is about one step up from binary.

It really hurts your head to type like that all the time. :P

/e bounces in.

I didn't know we had a southern lawn.

/e rolls around on the grass.

Mmmm New mowed lawns.

What a day for a daydream...

/e grabs apples slices, chedder and crackers and flops down on a spot on the lawn to nom away.

/e pulls out a book, 'Perdido Street Station' and flips to chapter two.

Morning all! I decided to broaden my reading horizons, so far so good. :P

Mornign Puppeh!

Chas gave you a birfday greeting!

/e throws a caek at the Fido1! :P

Ah. I can never bring myself to go visit test. Always feels like skipping to the end or reading spoilers. :P

I hear the power customization looks cool though.

Killin time, chewing gum, reading stories about bad customers on notalwaysright.com. it makes me laugh, then weep, then laugh some more. :P

Otherwise, not much. How about you?

/e hops from one circle to the next in between the pieces of the figure eights.

Wonder what the parts of a figure eight are called. The upper head and the lower head?

/e ponders.

If I do win, I might get some bumper stickers made up of all of the circular power enhancements?

Maybe put 6 on the back of my car. :>

Now which ones would be good.

And Hiya Peterbilt! Are you ok? you are coming in all yellow and red....

Hrmmm I have a ticket too.

You better not steal my fortunes Emmi!

or at least share with me if you win. :P

Happy Birthday Fido1!

Have a super one!

That's my favorite quote from Pulp Fiction!

:P

/e waves hand Jedi style.

This is NOT the game you are looking for.

Look out for those nuns Pogo!

Oh noes! There's a woman with a baby carriage over there!!!

No not THAT way....there is a mama and baby ducks!!!!!!

/e opens up Bayani's manhole cover.

Here! Throw it down there!

And morning Bayano, BP, Emmi, Shecky, Pogo, Fedor, and twipper tux....I hear that monty python music in my sleep sometimes....when having dramatic dreams of course. :P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fa7ck5mcd1o

Happily its on Syfy this Saturday at 9 EST.

/e flutters in, and recites.

That night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether- a floating spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber. I dreamed that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison. Probably that's just as well. I don't mean to sound superior, and they're a swell couple of guys, but maybe they weren't ready yet to come out into the world.

And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in the Arizona home where Nathan Junior was opening a present from a kindly couple who preferred to remain unknown.

I saw Glen a few years later, still having no luck getting the cops to listen to his wild tales about me and Ed. Maybe he threw in one Polack joke too many. I don't know.

And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior's progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn't remember just how they got broadened.

But still I hadn't dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end.

And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do?

But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved. I don't know. Maybe it was Utah.


Mornign Puppeh and Tech and Maricus! Dr. pepper's for everyone! It's FRIDAY!