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tomorrow is a million years
Nov. 5th, 2012 06:44 pmFuck, I am sick and fucking tired of campaign ads. I'm fairly optimistic, and even if I wasn't, there's stuff to look forward to in 2013 and Monday looks rather nice. You want to know what Sam said? That's not a burning question. I'm going to tell you: McCain chose Sarah Palin, the crazy lady, over Mitt.
So, yeah, a guinea pig named Chippey Choo had surgery and one of us was calling him Chiperella after the surgery, and three of us were singing Chim Chim Cheree and I blew everyone's minds by telling them the Imperial March from Star Wars is Spoonful of Sugar in a minor key.
and may this be the first of many middle fingers to oronoda and drow this week: Christina said my art was awesome and thought I edited the clouds flipping me off and damnit it counts because she drew a really awesome picture of a cheetah in marker that I thought was a jaguar but that's because all spotted big cats are kind of interchangeable.
and I have little else to say but wanted to use the title because that's really what tomorrow feels like to me and I have no idea when I'd feel like that again. It's a Ballard story.
and Season of the Red Wolf is going away, yeah! So, since he attacked Michael Bishop a few days after I read Rogue Tomato, I was going to ask which writer he was going to go after next. If you asked me, I'd say Aldiss.
There's a thread on Telebunny that makes me want to read a story about a guy who finds a copy of TV Guide from an alternate universe. Maybe Pirates of the Cambrian as well.
burning question: what if I hit the blogosphere with a hammer?
So, yeah, a guinea pig named Chippey Choo had surgery and one of us was calling him Chiperella after the surgery, and three of us were singing Chim Chim Cheree and I blew everyone's minds by telling them the Imperial March from Star Wars is Spoonful of Sugar in a minor key.
and may this be the first of many middle fingers to oronoda and drow this week: Christina said my art was awesome and thought I edited the clouds flipping me off and damnit it counts because she drew a really awesome picture of a cheetah in marker that I thought was a jaguar but that's because all spotted big cats are kind of interchangeable.
and I have little else to say but wanted to use the title because that's really what tomorrow feels like to me and I have no idea when I'd feel like that again. It's a Ballard story.
and Season of the Red Wolf is going away, yeah! So, since he attacked Michael Bishop a few days after I read Rogue Tomato, I was going to ask which writer he was going to go after next. If you asked me, I'd say Aldiss.
There's a thread on Telebunny that makes me want to read a story about a guy who finds a copy of TV Guide from an alternate universe. Maybe Pirates of the Cambrian as well.
burning question: what if I hit the blogosphere with a hammer?
