6/18/07
Humans are the embodiment of pride. Sprung from nothing, their hubris was the genesis of a creator. Everyone is just as important and unique as everyone else is a secular axiom which has been repeated in various permutations with a sense of irony.
This land is their land, it isn't our land,
From the Wall Street office, to the Cadillac car-land;
From the plush apartments, to the Hollywood starland,
This land is not for you and me.
If this is our land, You'd never know it,
So take your bullshit, and kindly stow it,
Let's get together, and overthrow it,
Then this land will be for you and me.
Spot has come downstairs. It is Sunday June 17
th, 2007 at 8:42 p.m.. The sky has grown dark and Spot knows that it is time for her human to go to bed in order to suffer the horrible day job which keeps Spot knee-deep in delicious non-gluten kibble.
Half-hearted apologies all around for the slender offerings of this edition of heptapod.org.
Only thing I did of merit on Sunday was make sauce, meatballs and download the Ordo Dracul covenant book and even that left me feeling empty. At least I woke around 8:30 rather than almost 1 p.m. which happened on Saturday.