9/4/05
Today's entry will begin with some unattributed wisdom.
Do you believe you've had a past life?
Yeah, it was called 'childhood'.
would you like to swing on a star?
I hate wishes. They're so tempting and yet the entire concept is rotted to the core thanks to folks like Rod Serling. Make a wish, get what you want with a twist and waste the last one to get everything back to normal. I do wonder if there are lawyers out there who would write up contracts to fulfill a wish. When the genie asks for the wish, the lucky person can simply say "I wish you would fulfill this contract!"
Right now I have three wishes running through my head. These will terrify raddidge. raddidge is very nature-oriented and doesn't really like gene-mod foods or the concept of cyborgs. In her estimation, everything is the way it ought to be and if nature finds fault then nature will take her sweet time to straighten out the situation.
In short, my wishes are that one morning Venus is completely terraformed and the transformation is stable. Mercury is now in orbit as Venus's moon. Next, I would be the ruler of Venus and finally there would be the technology and infrastructure to facilitate interplanetary travel in addition to individuals who know how to perform its maintenance.
Why? Just 'cause.
In Yer Dreams
I appeared in the darkened home of the Birds. They were half-asleep, watching TV and there were lots of empty containers that smelled like Indian food. Feeling awkward at having dropped in just like that, I stumbled towards the door and barked my shins on a coffee table. Jaybird found this to be very amusing and I rolled over on their floor and went to sleep. I overheard that there was a big snow storm coming to hit Colorado Springs, an Albuquerque low, and by the time I roused myself it was daytime and there was at least forty eight inches of snow on the ground. Now I felt trapped and even more awkward and decided to sleep on their couch.
Outside it was a deluge. Any vestige of snow was long washed away leaving grass and weeds as high as my belt in the back yard. I awoke again in the laundry room. Spot was my first concern and I found her safe and sound by the window, looking back at me with that sleepy face which asks, "Where the fuck you been?"
Minutes after flopping on my bed, the room became very dark and Spot started hissing. An enormous, growling collie had its head pressed against the window. I punched the window a few times and the dog was pulled away, I could hear some girl's voice over the snarling.
Upstairs someone was jiggling the lock, acting like they were coming home. This short, blonde chick came in and stared at me. "I'm from the campus police. We really would appreciate it if you didn't frighten our students. This girl just told us about how you attacked her dog!" She turned on her heel and left the area. Outside I saw a four or five year old little boy running around in the tall grass, cursing my name.
poor kuresu
For those of you who may have ben interested, Kuresu was drowned by an electric eel while crossing the lake surrounding Medusa's island. A shame, he had seven artifacts and none of them came from wishes. Sting, Orcrist, Fire Brand, Frost Brand, Snickersnee, Tsurugi of Muramasa and Excalibur. Now it is time to return to the cycle of rebirth in hopes of another attempt at recovering the Amulet of Yendor for Amaterasu Okami.
time makes the memory grow fonder
Last Tuesday I spoke with Brian on the phone. I learned that he was going to a doctor for the first time in years and he was considering getting a bicycle. Now enough about him, let's talk about me. I gave Brian as much advice as possible about getting a bike, especially with these gasoline shortages, and told him that he should get a bike with a 19 or 21 inch frame because he's the same height as me. Brian was adamant that I was 6'4" or 6'5" and that I would always tower over him.
"Well shit, keep this up and soon you'll have me seven foot tall and shooting lightning bolts out of my ass like William Wallace!"
