I didn’t forget!

Sort of. I totally meant to write something up. But my closet broke and I spent a bunch of the day trying to sort that out. Then I watched The Dead Zone and 4400. Then I forgot what I was going to write about. I think it might have been something funny, but it’s equally likely that the only person who thought it was funny was me. But I guess we’ll never know now cause I can’t remember shit about what I was going to write.

Some substitute ramblings:
I hate the Sci-fi channel for canceling Stargate SG-1. Those guys are a bunch of fuckers. I hope everyone involved in that decision suffers from STDs, knowledge of which gets leaked out and causes them to be fired for embarrassing the company. Whatever disease they get, I hope it burns every time they pee. EVERY TIME. And itches too. Or they could just contract Ebola. That would be cool too. Buncha goat-bastids.

I’m hungry. But I’m also feeling kinda lazy (like that’s news). I tried Wendy’s new sandwich called the BACONATOR last night. That was… something. Two (or three?) 1/4 lb slabs of beef with 2 slices of cheese and 2-4 strips of bacon on top of each. Ketchup. Mayo. Bun. That’s it. I ate the whole village thing. I eating that monstrosity shortened my lifespan. By like 50 years. I’ll probably drop dead of a heart attack next week or something. But you know what? I REGRET NOTHING! I’d do it again. Except I’d tell them to keep their nasty ketchup. That just didn’t go well with the BACONATOR. Surprisingly, my hunger is what made me think of the BACONATOR, not the other way around as is so often the case. I wanna go get some Taco Bell, but… meh. I’m just not up to moving right now. Let no one ever claim that I don’t know why I’m a giant fatass.

As of last Thursday, I am now the proud owner of The Definitive Twilight Zone Complete Series Edition Box Set of DOOM. Or something. All the episodes and a bunch of commentaries and lectures and interviews by Rod Serling and some of the actors. I am no longer tied to the Sci-Fi Channel’s marathon at New Year’s! I can stage my own! I think this Thanksgiving, I will lock myself in my living space with infinite food and watch Twilight Zone episodes until I end up in a coma brought on by a cessation of beta wave brain activity and the rising of alpha wave activity to such levels that would drive most neurologists to drink were they to consider it.

I leave you with this, for no reason other than I found myself thinking of this suddenly:
“We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocations of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things. Fourteen words to make someone fall in love with you forever, seven words to make them go without pain, how to say goodbye to a friend who is dying, how to be poor, how to be rich, how to rediscover dreams when the world has stolen them from you.” – Elric the Technomage