A Quarter Century of Wierdness

At this very minute a quarter of a century ago, I came down from the mothership to live among and observe humans. I’ve generally refused to get up this early ever since. And this year, I get 25 hours to celebrate (yeah, I know we don’t add an hour until 2 AM Sunday morning, but the way I live, it’ll still count as the same day).

Quote of the Day - October 28, 2005

Sir Robin's Song from Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Bravely bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his elbows broken!
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin.

His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liver removed and his bowls unplugged,
And his nostrils raked and his bottom burnt off,
And his --

(Sir Robin interrupts to say that's enough for now, they
encounter the three-headed knight, and Sir Robin makes his move)

Brave Sir Robin ran away.          
Bravely ran away away....            
When Danger reared its ugly head,
He bravely turned his tail and fled
Yes brave Sir Robin turned about    
And gallantly, he chickened out

Bravely taking to his feet,
He beat a very brave retreat,
The bravest of the brave!  Sir Robin!

We win!

Yeah! Virginia Tech just beat Boston College 30-10. A much cleaner game than last week. I do believe that makes us 8-0. Our toughest game of the season is up next week when we play Miami, but we're playing them at home. Home field advantage. BWAHAHAHA!

Beta be good

'Cause we can't take much more.

Dangerous When Bored

I'm bored. I've watched bunnies chopping each other's head's off (yet another reason to fear bunnies). I've read about the systematic torture of saccharine yellow birds. And I've uncovered a vast conspiracy to set us up the bomb. If the black helicopters come for me, I have a fool-proof plan. They cannot keep me down! The truth will prevail!

Oooh, Fire! *touch* Ow! That hurt!

I saw an interview with a woman who stayed at her home in Florida for Wilma. She described how scary it was and declared that next time, she would leave.

Okay, what part of Hurricane Season 2005 made you think that staying in your house was a good idea? Houses wiped off the map, dams and levees bursting, a city deluged, mudslides erasing entire villages, and the very storm headed your way dumps at least 2 feet of freaking rain - RAIN, honey, not snow - on Mexico, yet you must personally experience the 120 mph winds to get it through your head that being in the path of a hurricane is, perhaps, dangerous.

I wish to live in a bubble that impenetrable. It sounds utterly blissful.

Word Verifiction

Apparently, my repeated updates of a single post on Wilma has caused Blogger to peg my blog as a Spamblog. Now, every time I post, I have to look at a pictue with distorted letters and type them in, so that it knows I'm a person and not a bot. This feature is also available to keep bots from commenting, but I'm not sure I want to burden potential organic commenters with that extra annoyance. I get so few comments as it is.

In other news, I'm enjoying the irony that my post on the future of advertising at my fiction blog has received comment spam.

Forecast Buttons!

Wear the weather forecast on your shirt, in button form. Dang! Sold out. I think they need to add "hurricane", "blizzard", "flood", "drought", "mudslide", and "fire" (as in "brush" or "forest"), just to cover all the basics.