More poetry.

Since I ended up watching most of ST: Insurrection... I got inspired. God help us all if I help write the next ST show.

Anyway... I'm jazzed up. I get both Jarod's daddy on the Pretender.... And Jarod himself on Profiler tomorrow night. Boo-yah!

And MidSomer Murders! Dude, my night is complete.

Now, if I could just be getting these at HOME and no at work. sigh.

No Second Sight on tonight. Bummer. Stoopid Nine programmers put some dumb movie on called "Schindler's List". Watched ER. Was startled at how so little changes over time.

The writers are still writing the same dumb stories. Ok. We get the point. They all don't get along.

Yeesh. Now get on with it.

Personally, I am waiting for Greene to die due to complications.

Maybe a wedding on Buffy?

Hrm. Was watching Name Thet Video. Damn, I could kick ass there. Or, at least as much ass as the people on it do. *sniff*.

Is it sad that I know most of Disney's Three Musketeers by heart?

There's just something about Kiefer... hhmmm.

Oh. Yeah. Poetry. Right, then.

There is always one
moment; it comes
right before death
when it all stops
Trapped by will,
bound by love
It's the moment
that says a thousand
words.
It speaks of forever
and ever and ever
and ever
It's heard even over
sound.
Like a bullet.
In the dark
the muzzle flash
produces a
tiny little cylinder,
shattering dreams
dashing hopes of a life
Means to a future
No time left
Nothing can be done
Except
Time
Stops

It occurs to me to note that, while I know I'm somewhat atrocious at it, I don't expect people to jump up and down and tell me I'm wrong. Pthbt.

Time to sign off. More rambling in the morning.

Oh. One last thing. I really would LOVe them to do a 'Groovy' mood.

hrm....

I have found that I like speeding. It's not a question of the 'thrill' of breaking the law. It's the fact that I go faster. Especially when I've been stuck beside some ass doing 20 in a 30 mph zone. GAH.

Of course, there's a much more practical reason. My car's engine. The water pump is fixed, but the transmission is still overheating something nasty. The faster I go, the more air gets in there. Plus, the faster I go, the less work for the tranny, since I'm in a higher gear.

Bevcon is coming. It'll be the first weekend I'll have had off since Joe quit. Stupid bastard.

Hopefully, I can get Tricia to take Fri/Sat. And Joe Sunday. If not, I can try getting Velma too. Of course, ideally, we'll have a new person.

God. Don will let me off, he has to. I'm not supposed to be working this much with no benefits and shit.

Currently, I'm happy and contented. I have... Ted Drewes. Yumm. There's something about melty bits of chocolate in a minty custard ice thingie...

I still want a Groovy mood.