Illustration Friday: Wired
Wouldn't that itch like hell every time you'd blink? Ten points to whoever can identify the song quoted in my title (no fair Googling. Ok, go ahead.)
I'm too tired to rant about anything tonight, so I'm just going to freestyle:
I'm sitting here typing on the computer. Jen is sleeping on the couch. Fox preempted American Dad & King of the Hill for two showings of whatever the hell the name of that stupid show they're pushing is... again. I hope it crashes & burns on principle.
We watched Looney Tunes Back in Action with the kids last night- it gets a B+, but why didn't anyone tell me it had Daleks in it? They're actually 1960's Daleks' Invasion Earth 2150 A.D. Daleks, with a bit of laser beam added to the dry-ice guns. For a geek, these things are important.
I'm so glad the government has nothing better to do with its money than to constantly change the designs of coins. I've reached the point that I have to double check every single one in my pocket lest I throw one away as foreign currency.
Has anyone ever read Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said by Philip K. Dick? Is it just me, or does it seem the entire happy-ending epilogue was added on afterwards at the insistence of publishers? "Don't let Americans feel they can't win against the police state!"
My best friends are spread out all over the country. I've been put on six weeks of furlough (to give other electricians a chance to work- something all A-rated members have to do) so maybe I'll go visiting. The only problem is I always wind up feeling lonelier when I get home. Wah. Actually, I have books to write & animations to finish. Maybe I can work on my parenting skills. I can't seem to get my point across by any other way than shouting. The neighbors must love me about as much as my wife & kids.
Take care, my friends. Tell me something interesting about your lives, something you care about. It doesn't have to do with anything I've written.