So, what the hell. I’m quite sure I don’t have the free time to work on it, but I’ve decided to work on the Apokalypsos project, which is, you know, going to be an amazing post-apocalyptic MMO or, well, possibly nothing. But I don’t have the time to work on it, and it is very huge. Still, what the hell. You have to be. What would you be if you didn’t even try?
I’m over it. Indecision? Nah. Palin was the first straw–what an unimpressive waste of a human life they’ve chosen for a VP…but just that terrifying puppet head isn’t enough to make up my mind. No, it’s just that Obama has something to say, and McCain has… well he’s well-rehearsed isn’t he?
The more I listen to our candidates speak, I realize that Mr. Obama is the only halfways reasonable option here. I don’t want a theocracy, I don’t want an endless, money-motivated war, and I’m damn sure I don’t want an admittedly nice old fart and a stupid party girl leading the country, when the options include “intelligent, educated leader”.
Yeah, but go ahead, vote how your preacher tells you. Sheep.
Food is more than just fuel for your body. You know it’s true. Is it also true that fuel can be more than just food for your car?
Enter the Fine Fueling web site: a selection of fine fuels to compliment your luxury vehicle. I particularly love the Crawford Ranch Secret Reserve…if only I had a helicopter worthy of such accompaniment.
And the whole concept–honestly I can’t figure out what it means. Why is it funny? Does it make a statement? If so, what statement? It’s probably anti-establishment somehow. Also, add a nice linen hankerchief, and any of these bottles would make an excellent molotov.
Be here 
now