Having been properly chastised by our fearless leader, I drag myself up from the murk of contemplating the future of my bionic spine, to shed light on some treats from the nether regions.
I am not the most faithful gamer on the planet and freely admit to not owning any flavor of console, but the only proper way I have found to recover from any surgery is to combine your pain meds with whatever version of Final Fantasy is currently on the market. Soon we'll be able to combine all of this with the proper potion. Be sure to check the caffeine content, or you'll be sorry. If anything goes wrong, it wasn't your fault.
The return to the Juvenile is upon us like some new plague. It has a smell and a favorite restaurant and I have to admit I'm falling for it. Proof lies in the fact that I anguished over posting about the Transformer/Darth Vader mash-up for days and can finally admit my infatuation now that everyone, including Laughing Squid has mentioned it. The only thing remaining is that glorious and final Dargon Vs. Helicopter apocalypse. Another good way to relive your youth is to ressurect your favorite dead crooner or build a greener SimCity.
If you're feeling too old, just create a real city or run off to that island hideaway. At least there no one can burn your man or annoy you with "blinky lights furry legwarmers body paint glitter pimp hats." Your innocence will be your own to squander.
Now I'm off to sniff out the meaning of that 200 yards of spidery goodness which my morning news tells me has quite a smell and a distinct buzz from all the dead and dying insects.
And you can blame this surreal and winding trail of this rant on Borges.
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Comments (1)
Um, that's a lot of links, lance. about that adhd...
Posted by julia | August 31, 2007 1:51 PM
Posted on August 31, 2007 13:51