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Unfortunately they're not the kind you can eat.

And really, even if they were, would you actually want to eat them at this point? This place was left untended for ...five and a half years? That's a long time for cookies to become unpalatable, even theoretically edible ones.

Oh, hey, guess what?

...

...yeah, I don't know either. I guess the idiots really do have the ships now, huh? That's what we get for giving them to 'em. I mean, one idiot with a ship is bad enough, but the plural form there (that little /s/ at the end of idiots) actually means there's at least two. Luckily, this being English, there's no way to tell without further elaboration if there are any more than two. Gee... I hope nobody's trying to translate this into Kiwaian or Hopi or anything and worrying over which plural to use.

So.
This one time, I wrote a book. Well... actually it was a bunch of books.

WELL... actually it was just names for a bunch of books. But I was gonna write them, honest. Why else would I have the names? Anyway, I can't find them. I think I know where they are, but the issue comes when you notice that I don't know WHERE where they are IS. Which sounds more confusing than it is. Or isn't? One or the other.

The first one was called The Key and the Knife. Well... it was called the Dagger and the Die. Well... it had both names. And it wasn't the first one, it was the fourth. But it was the first one of the second ones. See, here's the thing. I know what I'm talking about.

So there's my problem. I don't remember the other ones. Actually, it's a bit worse than that, because it's not just the names I don't remember, it's the whole stories. Well. At least I remember the books.




Okay, I guess that about sums it up. I'll see you when I see you.

Idiots With Ships

I'm not sure how they got them. I suppose someone must have given them, because certainly they weren't smart enough to have obtained them on their own. Honestly, nothing would surprise me more than if they had. I simply won't believe it.
But I digress: That's a moot point regardless. The idiots have the ships. Now all we can do is wait, watch, and see what they're going to do with them. I suppose we could try to take them away, but they are quite defensible. Sure, the idiots lack any capacity for tactics or strategy, but sometimes your position is such that neither is significant.

When this started

it was about the same as it is now. Except I suppose I tried to have three different reasons in every post. I've kinda stopped doing that. If you can't figure out three reasons that paying attention to me is stupid, that's because you're so stupid that paying attention to me will make you smarter, on the basest level possible.

And then the URL has nothing to do with "Three reasons..." It's "idiots with ships". Like, what's that supposed to be? Where are all the ships? Are they sailing ships? Steam ships? Nuke-riding city-ships of the stars? That last one could be cool, but I'm not sure how easy it'd be to get ahold of even one of them, let alone two in order to justify the plural.

And then several months happened.

Despite this, quite ironically, nobody noticed.

People are weird.

And of course, I'm not exception to this rule. Everyone is at least a little bit weird, and a lot of my friends would claim that I'm rather more so than is usual. Meh. There are times when I agree, most of them actually, and times when I disagree, but all told it's not a matter of what I think, is it? Who can judge, in the end, how weird we are, save those around us?

Which reminds me of a quote: "Normal? Normal is what everyone else is, and you are not."
Ten points if you know who said it.

Hazabannana

It's a place. Legend has it that this place's only claim to fame is that, at one point in time, there was a banana there. I'm just throwing this out there, you have got to try REALLY hard if the only famous thing you EVER did was having a banana.

Maybe even hard enough for it to be famous.

Given recent events: Blah.

Because nef. Nefnef. And other things like that which don't decently convey any information besides a lack thereof. I could say things about stuff, but I don't think it would make me feel any better about junk. So I won't. Instead, I'll try to transcribe what it looks like when Chewbacca talks.

Lrlrlrlrlrlrlrlri! And other such phonograms.