And they said “Rattle rattle rattle”.

I am taking it as a good sign that the first voice that I heard today was Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s. He was failing miserably on “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me”. It was a good way to start the day. A little bit of science, the last slice of root beer cake, and iced coffee. Follow that up with an email from Dave saying that he is in to roll tonight, thereby inspiring confidence that Larry Jenkins might actually get to punch a cocksucking Azlanti senator in the face tonight. (+1 to all checks against charm or fear effects)

And how about a very happy horribly depressing song? I think so. SIO pointed me at this band last night:

Something about super cute cartoon animals slaughtering people just makes me happy.

Also, if anyone is interested in the complete essays of L. Ron Hubbard, I have the 15 volume set. All but the photography book are still in their shrink wrap. I’ll make you a good deal.

Well, either way. I have no plans for today. What I am going to do is this: as little as possible. I will probably work on my campaign as a contingency for plans falling through, but that doesn’t involve me moving around too much. Mostly it just involves a lot of Post-it notes.

Have a great weekend. More soon. ~SC