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Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Currently playing: Quarashi - Jinx
The deal is done. Papers have been signed, handshakes exchanged, harrumphs harrumphed, and now, the joyous celebration can begin. The house is sold. And to celebrate, the Madre and the Red Baron have already found a house up North Georgia way, and are busily signing a new round of papers as I type away. Congratulations, you two.
Another round of congratulations to John and Sara, who got engaged while on their trip to Ireland recently. That’s right ladies, Mr. John Brogan is now off the market - and please, don’t deluge me with e-mail about how suicidal about it you are about it. I am not the Lord of Broken Hearts (obviously), so there’s not really a whole lot I can do for you, unless it involves a cheap, meaningless weekend in a hotel. But I digress. Never in my life have I met two people more suited for each other (so suitable it’s downright sickening), and I wish them all the best.
I got fed up with the three stupid chat programs I have installed. AIM, ICQ, MSN, different friends on different chat programs. Feh. So, I’ve decided to scrap them all, and go with Trillian. Named for a character in one of my favorite books of all time, Trillian is not just a chat program - oh, no - it’s a META chat program, that can interface into all the popular chat programs, and put all your friends in one easy-to-use window. Pure genius. And it’s free! So, go get yourself a copy, drop a couple of bucks their way, and enjoy. And maybe, just maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you my IM name. Someday.
My neighbor’s moved out today. They just got here a few months ago, a nice young couple. Seems they were just here until work could be completed on their house. Gets me thinking, especially with my parents now moved, and two of my cousins moving, about home ownership. A spot of earth to call my own, one that no man can take from me. Unless they need to pave a highway through it. Of course, all this seems great in theory. Then you take two facts into consideration:
- My credit resembles the union of two railroad trains. Head on.
- I would have to tend to a yard.
The first one can be overcome. The second one is not so easy. You see, I have a problem with plants and plantlife. Some people have a green thumb; I, however, was graced with a black thumb. Plants wilt at my touch, trees decay as I pass. Hell, I can kill mildew in my shower just by treating it like a ficus. So it would only be a matter of time before I completely destroyed my yard, turning it into a barren wasteland.
And let’s not forget Robby. He’s been dying to create a secret underground lair, ala Dexter. I’m afraid he’d start drilling into the neighbor’s pool if he wasn’t careful.
* Don’t you worry your pretty little head about the neighbors. I have a feeling that the business end of my new attitude adjuster will fix THEIR little doomed red wagon. *
Not another raygun. For crying out loud. Have you learned nothing? Did all those whip-its you did following the Dead permanently scramble you memory?
* Bah! Those were temporary setbacks! This new weapon will strike terror into the hearts and minds of the strongest hu-mans. Behold! *
That…that looks like…is that…a halibut?
* Wrong hand. *
Whoops. Oh, THAT. I thought that was the blender.
* No, you idiot. This is my Will-Zapper. It turns the target into a mindless automaton, subject to my every command! *
You’re kidding. That can’t possibly be right! How does it work?
* The hu-man, when hit with the mind-numbing capabilites of the Will-Zapper, is immediately exposed to a force equivalent to watching every show created by Aaron Spelling simultaneously. I call it - the 90210 Effect! This effect completely destroys the cognitave capacity of the hu-man mind, reducing it to mush, and malleable to my will. Soon, I Robby the Robot, shall triumph over these foolish hu-mans! *
Good Lord *choke*. You might be on to something.
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