So, in my last post I mentioned that there was a newly dead squirrel in my yard. That wouldn't be such a major issue, but it seems that a robin croaked on my porch. It looks like he was chowing down on a monster earth worm when it happened. Again, a big downer.
So, that's a squirrel and a robin, two of my favorite spring-time chums. The dog and the cat don't seem to notice anything strange when they are outside, nothing obvious like a gas-leak anyway.
Oh well. I forgot how much fun the Fallout games are. Lightyears ahead of their time in theory. I wish that someone would remake them so we could play more, better produced post-apocalypse games. Playing these games when I was younger is probably why I developed a fanatical desire to stockpile canned goods. I probably have two months worth of green beans. I also don't make the rookie mistake of not keeping about twenty hand-powered can-openers around.
Seriously, some idiots keep the electric kind around. Like that will help in a post-apocalyptic world run by Mel Gibson. Not that Mel has anything against electricity, unless of course it's Jewish electricity...
Also, work is going well. I'm advancing the ranks of the corporate ladder one shit covered rung at a time. Today, chief mailroom clerk, tomorrow the world!!!
I discovered that wine can make the evening go faster. I'm stockpiling cheap wine as well. I feel like between that and the cigarette stockpile I should be a millionaire if the world economy collapses and we all descend into chaos. Man's got to plan ahead.
I don't even know why I blog. Other than being a paranoid, delusional nut-job who loves SF and his pets, I have nothing going on.
Peace.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment