Shopping, Twins, Sith

Much shopping accomplished -- carrots and mushrooms for me, a birthday gift for a certain Darkside, and more breakfast for those drudgerous mornings.

Darkside and Dawn should have had their happy-fun-hangout time this evening.

trystan_laryssa, figment0 and I wound up watching some movie featuring Ringo Starr as a caveman. The last time I watched it was 10 years ago with Savil after spending the night at her place. Warmed-over pizza, yay... (That was then. Tonight, dustraven made burgers.)


Cartoons of the day, and events that inspired them:

Robot. Melt your brain with a laser.

"Could you monitor Joe Doe? He just ain't right."
*monitors*
*delivers really damn bad monitor report to shift lead*
*goes back by original supervisor* "You know that special request you had?"
"Yeah?"
"No. No, he sure ain't."


dustraven and trystan_laryssa finally heard figment0's infamous interpretation of the Imperial March, which was cause for health-endangering hysterics. figment0 once sang "Talk Dirty to Me" at a karaoke night, which was both very well-done and very out-of-character for him. This, while not half so technically polished, has that level of enthusiasm that makes amateur vocal performance so very appealing.

Evidently this recording will be preserved for posterity and future teasing of the figment0.

Eventually, I will post some of the stuff I wrote at work (random morning-page babblings) but for now, there's a disturbing gap in my calendar.

day of the year (braindump)

I'm sorry.

I know you thought you were going to fight for truth and justice and fair and equal representation. But right now it's looking like things are more jacked-up than when you and your comrades showed up.

I'm sorry.

I don't think too many of you stayed where you were at just to take potshots at the unarmed, in any sense of the word. I hope none of you signed up for that, and if any of you did, I hope you learned the ideals about fighting for those who can't fight for themselves from your comrades.

War's an ugly business any way you slice it. I've heard enough about it to know that. I'm sorry anyone has to deal with it. I'd mourn you if you'd died in a clean clear-cut battle of right vs. wrong. I mourn you who have died in this underfunded overcommitted ill-thought-out morass. 2008 doesn't look as far away as it used to anymore, but it's too far away for you.

I don't wear a yellow ribbon, and my one friend who is in the Army hasn't talked with me for at least two years. And it's not something I think about much. But I owe the existence of this country to those who were willing to die like you did, and the continuity of an elected (no matter how contested) government to your brothers and sisters in arms who fought in wars previous.

I don't think you died for a good and noble cause this time. And that's what pisses me off the most. I think you were lied to. I think I was lied to. I don't think you had to die, and that's what really hurts.

I'm sorry.

And gods rest you.