Killin' Time
I had originally intended to run this morning, but laziness and intellect got the better of me. I decided to have a nutritious breakfast, pack a nutritious lunch, and run once I'm back from work. It should be warmer then anyway.
You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star
It sounds as if things are busy at work, so I may not be able to post much. I intend, at the very least, to burn off a copy of Jake Copper's prize for winning last week's Tactical Decision Game. I can't help but notice that nobody has posted a solution to this week's. It's very disconcerting. You could win the same fabulous prize that he's won, or maybe even something better. At any rate, I'll try to post my own solution later today.
Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother... Mother sucking rock and roll... Mother...
I've been blessed in the last twenty-four hours. Two Brosnan Bond flicks. Right now it's the tail end of Tomorrow Never Dies, possibly Brosnan's strongest Bond film. (Brosnan has been an extremely strong Bond, so it's a tough one to score.) The second-worst Bond film ever, Die Another Day, was on last night, and I actually sat through it for the third time in my life. It was better the second time than the first, better the third time than the second, but it's still hokey. Of course, it'll never be as bad as http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090264/">A View to a Kill, which squandered the outstanding Christopher Walken and a kickass theme song by Duran Duran by pairing it with a Roger Moore who looked about fifty-five years old, Grace Jones, and a horrible storyline about a villain (Walken) who was genetically engineered by the Nazis. Give me a friggin' break.
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I'd best be getting ready for work. More later, folks.
You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star
It sounds as if things are busy at work, so I may not be able to post much. I intend, at the very least, to burn off a copy of Jake Copper's prize for winning last week's Tactical Decision Game. I can't help but notice that nobody has posted a solution to this week's. It's very disconcerting. You could win the same fabulous prize that he's won, or maybe even something better. At any rate, I'll try to post my own solution later today.
Looking for to save my save my soul
Looking in the places where no flowers grow
Looking for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother... Mother sucking rock and roll... Mother...
I've been blessed in the last twenty-four hours. Two Brosnan Bond flicks. Right now it's the tail end of Tomorrow Never Dies, possibly Brosnan's strongest Bond film. (Brosnan has been an extremely strong Bond, so it's a tough one to score.) The second-worst Bond film ever, Die Another Day, was on last night, and I actually sat through it for the third time in my life. It was better the second time than the first, better the third time than the second, but it's still hokey. Of course, it'll never be as bad as http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090264/">A View to a Kill, which squandered the outstanding Christopher Walken and a kickass theme song by Duran Duran by pairing it with a Roger Moore who looked about fifty-five years old, Grace Jones, and a horrible storyline about a villain (Walken) who was genetically engineered by the Nazis. Give me a friggin' break.
I went out there
In search of experience
To taste and to touch
And to feel as much
As a man can
Before he repents
I'd best be getting ready for work. More later, folks.
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