in a land of opportunity and adventure. hm.. maybe.

Slept wonderfully last night, Newton was a little beast though, knocked over a bag of hay I found in the closet from my old scarecrow costume a few years back. he’s having a good time, but it’s going to be messy to pick up.

Work goes slow, but steady… so much so that I’ve not had much time to write. I think I’ll have to focus on a good short story on the weekend, just to keep my hands in.

Remembering a quote from an old Thor comic…”Fatherless son of a She-Dog!”

I suppose that’s asgardian shakespeare for bastard, SOB. I often wondered why scandinavian gods in marvel comics talked like they were english nobility. ::shrug::

I could use some purple throat-potion… but I think I’ll have to settle for the detritus that’s served at the local vending machines. Apple Juice in a can! woo hoo! hmm.. after that exclamation, I think I’ll opt for Yoohoo!

It’s like chocolate milk, but it never goes bad. Better living through radiation.