Behold!

The toughest badger of them all!

I'm Not a Violent Man....

.... but I love watching zombies die!

Department of Orwell

I've long thought it ridiculous that the Department of War was renamed the Department of Defense. It's time to rename it:

The fact that this militarist spin is 60 years old doesn't make it any less biased. I think it would be entirely responsible, neutral and accurate to take the word "defence" out of the non-sports lexicon. If the government won't go back to the Department of War, the least we could do is stop actively participating in this Orwellian farce in which the invasion of Iraq is carried out by the Department of Defence. Call it military spending. That's what it is. Anyone who's confident that fighting a war is a good idea should have the guts to call it by its proper name.

In Trouble

First I remember Shari throwing a grenade into a building across the street and it imploded.

Then I was crossing the border from Canada into the US and was pulled aside.  I had a bunch of crap in my car.  The contraband kept changing and was gold bars at one point.  Somehow I made it through.

Can't remember much more.

Toki Wartooth Not a Bumblebee

My favorite fictional Norwegian has returned to the air:

Burning Down the House

This will be a bit incoherent... wait, all my dreams are incoherent.

I was in East Towne Mall except that Jacob's Field was there.  The entrance had wood paneling and old furniture.  My cousin was there, too.  For some reason, a few of us decided to burn it down.

Then I was in there with old clocks, chairs, and tables.  This part is a bit fuzzy, but I know we trashed a room and piled the furniture together.

Then I was back in East Towne and it had something to do with a Stephen King novel, one he didn't write in real life.  It had demons and such.  Then I was running from some robot with other robots.  Then another clock was there and some store display in the middle of the mall.  I can't decipher much except an Asian woman help me escape.

Enough!

I haven't experienced the 90+ degree days yet this summer, but it's been 80+ about 90% of the time.  I just don't like the heat.  I think my parents lied and I was actually born on the coldest day in January of 1974.  The best night's sleep I have have in a year is the night the heat breaks.  I sleep like a baby then.

Soon... so very soon.