Monday
Something is wrong.
Horribly wrong.
And I don’t know what to do about it.

The problem: Today was a good day.

Everyone knows that Mondays aren’t like that. Everyone. Especially Solomon Grundy.

But today really was good:

  • Work went well.
  • The weather was great.
  • We got a lower rate on the mortgage.
  • We went to a Stingers game with , Lisa and the Wilsons. It was a great way to spend the evening… even though the home team lost.

Tomorrow, I start the Shadowrun game. I’m looking forward to making tons of mistakes the game. I think that it will be fun. And, if it isn’t, I’ll simply nuke everyone’s characters. With a dragon. A big dragon. A very big dragon. And I’ll even name it “Lockheed,” just because.

Stray Toasters

  • I am eating Jujubes.
  • By way of (and Rockapella): It was a zombie jamboree…
  • found this. It’s just another reason to love her.
  • …she also found: “What makes me swear”
  • I’ve been a fan of the X-Men for years, but… um…. hm. Here. You decide.
  • For this, I would love to be in Sandy Eggo next month…
  • “I knew I should have been the ballerina.”

  • For :
    • Take one part Batmobile
    • Add one part razor.
    • Shake.
    • Serve warm.
  • “What’s a fashmight?”

  • Communist propaganda posters
  • I think that I am in lust. Literally. With this (which is really this). I don’t really need to finish the bathroom down here. And that space would be the perfect spot for a cockpit.

    I wonder what would have to say about that…? Maybe I won’t tell her. Maybe she wouldn’t notice it. And when she asks why I decided not to finish the bathroom, I could just make up something witty and clever. Hm… That sounds good. Yeah.

  • Umm… –
  • : You might want to check this out.

…and with that, I do believe that I will call it a night.

Namaste.