Everyone's blathering about them. but I felt the need to chime in too. Google maps rules. There are amazing Things out there. to echo the Googleblog post, Luecke is quite a dedicated fellow. I wish i could find him.
Life tottles along. work is steady, keeps me busy. i tried out for an improv troupe.
The wigger is nowhere to be found. There's this other dude hanging out here now, but he's kinda a putz, not terribly threatening. Maybe in a group he'd be dangerous, but as it stands, he's just a pushover.
I am reminded of my love of loony toons. Daffy is my favorite too, mike.
We had dinner with Pat's dad Saturday night. Nicki was.... well, nickie. Always over the top, she is. As is Macki. The two mixed like water and oil. But that was fine because Macki showed up towards the end, and I sat close enough to Mr. man to chat about CGBC's inner workings.
Things feel better today. No more wigger to bother me, and -'m making good headway on the 42 story. All in all, a sunny day in reality and in weather
What's the worth in putting it all in? Why perfect. If the reason for existence is to make everything that could ever be exist, then it's just as necessary for the mediocre to exist as it is for the artistic masterpieces to exist.
A great weaping depression has sunken over the house. i can't get any further in the express piece, the Game Developer piece is floating in a wasteland, and I don't know if they'll ever actually run it. I fear that my work will simply languish. Others have addressed these topics, these bits of meme and creation. They've seen everything before; this massive Internet.
It can only be referred to as they. It exists to understand and record and allow new methods of stuff creation. New blips on the path.
One of the marvelous things about Everything is that there is a straight path between every two points in existence. That means my head can be lined up perfectly with the star in the Alpha Centauri system. Or with any point on Orion's belt.
It's not the fastest way to get there, is it? A straight line? Mrs... whatzit? bending the space to the point where those lines are not there and thus the two points are side-by-side.
What about all those curled up dimensions that are supposedly wrapped around the smallest points in space?
Would that make love the fifth sense? The feeling of being close to another point in space, where those lines are destroyed.
Would that make Earth the projection screen where the heavens' massive dramas are played out in as many refracted points as could be imagined. Each badger comes from the badger region of space, a tight little bundle of all the matter and information related to badgerdom. it's spread out, like the reflected light against a leak.
But all those badgers really just come from one giant fucking badger. Floating there, in space.
No more wigger! yay!
Sometimes I feel as though my entire life is just waiting between the clippings of my finger nails.
The wigger was arrested today. i turned him into the police over coffee at a downtown Oakland bar. The cops came at 9 AM this morning and took him away. The bastard's car is gone too. I hope they don't tell him who turned him in, and who I am. If they do, I could be in severe trouble. But I doubt he'll make bail. Besides, V just ordered a new .357, and HanPan has been practicing his kung fu.
After a drunken rampage on Thursday night, I sprained my ankle, stumbled all over Telegraph, and made a complete ass of myself in the building. Fortunately, I was fine when I left At Seventeenth's. It was Ms. Kim that dealt the death blow. As ever it was. Van Kleef did get the night rolling, however, with his reputable bottle of tequilla.
Today was spent healing the ankle with extensive exploration of a dump, full of hidden treasures and pieces of art. We ate lunch there. i
The Triangles are their Primary Targets
The aircraft will begin penetrating Russian radar cover in about 20 minutes.
It's beginning to look like General Ripper exceeded his authority.
You aproved it sir, you must remember.The cascading ryhtmns of the rancid music burbled forth. His head waned between the past and present, drearily. The world mishmoshed together, and time flowed freely back and forth for these fellows. Big grealy, the four Mercs, and the red bedeviled flower child lolly gagged in front toe and free.
His face dwindled back to a time of lessons lost to learned souls, maximizing the hippy flower, desegregating the worlds of religion and car alarms. ANd to a point, it had to end. ANd thta point did flourish forth once more as in teh olden times.
And he returned to the place in which he'd sat, stood and walked to the door. Openeing now, he stepped out into the street and found the world as once it had been.
She stood there, aligning her hands in front of her head, palms together and legs outstretched. Her face was masked with a large black cowel, and a giant red V emblazoned across her forebrow. SHe glared at the wigger, and pulled out her blade. HIs motions did not acknowledge her presence. She sped now, increasing the pulsations of the feet, pounding against a surface of failed dreams.
And dashed, he was, when the force of the edge struck him, blasting the breath from his lungs and clarifying the ways he had not hyet discovered.
Look to Stanley, watch for his servings. The slashes come lengthwise and the capitols are all gone.