Migraine Day

Thanks to my Moon, I've been in bed for the majority of the day eating Imitrex like Pez and using Riley's butt for a pillow. I rescheduled with Llew for tomorrow when we might actually get some flying in and have logged onto the Internet now to send the doc Aunt Tudi's blood glucose levels and hunt for sexual predators in Duncan. No, I'm not looking for a date. It's for Aunt Tudi 'cos she's paranoid n'shit.

I had a nightmare this morning.
I dreamt that I went to Wal-Mart for some supplies as Aunt Tudi was in the hospital. I picked her up several DVDs whilst there, then went out to my car, which was Johnna's car that I had recently purchased from her. Before I started the car, this dude got in the passenger's side and started sprinkling lighter fluid all over the car seat. I told him to stop it and began wrestling with him, trying to get him out of the car. His first attempt at igniting the fluid with a match didn't work, but it worked the second time and I jumped out of the car cursing at the man. He just smiled and continued his silence until I pulled out my camera. "I'm taking a picture of you, asshole, so the cops will know who to look for!" His smile faltered and he told me to hand over the camera. I told him no and he started chasing me as I ran back into Wal-Mart, snapping pictures behind me. I was begging for help and some associates took me to a security room. Shortly, two detectives came in to question me about the incident. I told how into Law & Order I was and asked to which cop on the shows did they relate. One said Brisco, the other said Goren. I showed the pictures and they asked me to email them to the police station and gave me the email address. They told me that my car wasn't the only one that had been torched, that the dude had burned several cars in a line in the parking lot. Freaky. Later, I was in a security room at the mall of all places, talking to two fellas about something that seemed quite unrelated. When I opened the door to the outside, there the firebug was. The dudes grabbed hold of him and held him while I called the detectives to come pick him up. And I took more pictures of him just to rub it in that he'd been caught.

Sci-Fi is showing disaster flicks today. It seems like all they ever show on Saturdays are disaster flicks or giant bug/mutant animal flicks. I want an Outer Space Saturday or a High Fantasy Friday. The killer beasts and sundering earth motif has gotta freakin' go.

In a break from regular Friday tradition, I'm posting some quizzes. I have a right since my head hurts.

( A coupla quizzes. )

In other news, Kevin James has got to be one of the sexiest men on Earth. That is all.

Prayers for the Avian Flu

As I've stressed before, I'm not a nice person. I'm not a good person. I'd say that I'm pretty much Chaotic Neutral. I'm not nice in that I harbour a great disdain and dislike for my fellow Humans. My misanthropy is far-reaching and engulfs even myself. When I pray for the Alpaca Lips, I don't think that I'll survive it to see the aftermath. In fact, I take the coward's route and hope to the Mighties that I am one of the first to go when the Alpaca Lips gets into full swing. I want to be at ground zero if the Bomb hits. I want to wheeze my last breath in the first group of flu or plague victims.

Right now I'm doing a very bad thing by re-reading The Stand by Stephen King. It's only my second reading, my first being in 1980 when I was 12 years old. Even then I could appreciate the wonder of a population-decimating event, but I'm appreciating it even more this time around. I have 26 years of cynicism built up now, 26 years of disappointment in Humanity. Nothing would please me more than to see Stephen King's Alpaca Liptic novel come true.

I know I've said this before, but maybe I joked about it too much. It's not a joking matter to me, really. I truly hope that the Avian or Bird Flu is the One. I hope we have abandoned homes and businesses. I thrill at the thought of quiet highways and silent cities. I am not a good person.

Humanity needs a serious decrease in population and deserves an ass-kicking by some natural force that makes no bones about being outside the realm of Human control. We need to be reminded that we are not in control of this planet or even ourselves to a great degree. We need to lose our capacity for civilisation and be eaten by the wolves for a while. And the Western World needs to get a taste of something this horrific more than any other place on Earth. I'm hoping that Mother Nature leaves Africa alone for once. They've suffered more than enough and are still suffering thanks to Western policy. Let Humanity's homeland in peace! Let it prosper in the wake of worldwide destruction!

I've decided that, should I survive such a holocaust, I am going to go to all the local zoos and free the animals so they will at least have a fighting chance to survive instead of being locked up and helpless when the zookeepers call into work dead. Nothing would delight me more than to see a pride of lions establish dominance on the land that once was Hollywild. I doubt that I'll be one of the ones to be left after the flu flies through but, just in case, when I get my 401k money, I'm going to purchase some tools that will help me cut through bars and locks so I can fulfill my chosen task when the time comes.

If I do get sick with the flu, I need to make sure I go visit some folks at The Pit and be sure to seek out the Feudal Mistress for a drive-by snotting. I can't be put in jail for murder if I'm dead from the flu, can I? And there are so many who need killin'. I just want to make sure they aren't left out of the fray. Wouldn't it be my duty to give the flu to those deserving shitheads? I think it would be.

So, I've mapped out my plans. Spread the wealth if I get the flu, free the animals if I don't. I think that's pretty good. Now, if only the Avian Flu would hurry up and get here.