Fucking snow. raddidge says I'm overreacting and not accepting this weather is a natural fact of Colorado. Most of the days have been overcast and there have been random flakes of snow. Since my arrival, Colorado has always shown me bright and sunny springtimes with very little in the way of snow or rain or cloudy days.
I reckon I can't base normal seasonal trends on three springs.
I don't see why not since perfectly cromulent scienticians are crying "global warming" working off of the last eighty plus years of weather data for a planet which is billions of years old.
On the side of man and reason were three outdated and careworn personal space shuttles. Simply smaller versions of the American space shuttle which were about the size of F-16s and decidedly less maneuverable.
Humanity threw the first punch and went full bore against their former, divine oppressors. Any victory would've been pyrrhic in nature. One of the shuttles shot forward towards the line of six, hovering saucers sending two scattering with its approach. Soon the other two shuttles joined the fray, chasing down the angels like dogs after a woodchuck. Only in this case, the dogs are pekingese.
One of the finer moments of the dogfight was when two saucers did a power dive through two cloud layers with a shuttle in hot pursuit. Human missles were launched downward with furious momentum. As each missle burst through the cloud cover, a large puff of water vapor followed it creating a sonic boom which rattled the nerves of the enemy. This attack caused the only non-human casualties of the battle.
I found myself in a hotel, wandering the hallways and looking for the sole surviving human pilot. He had crashed nearby and was lauded as a local hero. The rest of the dream reminded me of the final portion of 2001: A Space Odyssey. After the stargate and all that kinda stuff.
We were too late, he had already made his way through the underbrush and was heading westward the last time we saw him. Fortunately Spot saw him and craned her neck to see if he'd notice her. raddidge has advised me that I should grab Gross Cat, adopt him, have him fixed so Spot and he can live happily ever after.
I'm not particularly inclined because Gross Cat does spray and I don't think he'd stop spraying should I have him neutered. Plus he's an outside cat and it wouldn't be fair to him to keep him prisoner in my dark dungeon.
As of right now there have been no further sightings of Gross Cat.
If my old therapist was reading this, she'd say I was chasing paper.
