As of yesterday, I am the proud owner of a Nintendo DS Lite. Forever the victim of relentless advertising, I also acquired New Super Mario Brothers and Brain Age. I started this new foray into portable gaming by attempting to ascertain the chronological state of my dusty old gray-matter.
Chicago’s annual book fair started yesterday. Jen and I had a great time trawling through stacks of books, and enjoying the wonderful weather that happened to grace the event. Jen especially was enamored with the presence of the infamous Ella Jenkins. Unfortunately Jen’s new camera was still a thing of wonder and unfamiliarity, so of course Murphy’s Law loomed ominously. Jen missed a rare opportunity to get her picture taken with Ella, simply because she forgot the Lithium battery for her new camera, at my apartment. It’s a shame, but somehow I think she’ll get another chance, especially with her involvement with the IMEA.
Please watch Sweet Misery - A Poisoned World. Yes, I know it’s old. Yes, I know it’s an hour and a half long. Watch it anyway. Oddly enough, Donald Rumsfeld was instrumental in pushing aspartame through the FDA. Makes me wonder what else is out there due to these kinds of shenanigans. The pivotal question on my mind: why not just research a new sweetener compound instead of covering-up research and forging ahead with a badly flawed compound?
There are seven.
Though my lucky number is nine, I know that there are seven.
I know that you don’t care. I’m aware that the universe doesn’t care. There’s a level of animosity beyond eternity I’ve heard and seen in my dreams. But even those are obtuse and unintelligible, sequenced in not terrifying sights disfigured by unshackled rifts in the unsettling darkness. Those twisted visages masqued by vibrating blurs, twisting in jerks and immediate explosive movements turned lucid and split. No zombies these, for death undying drones upon unthinking paces seeking blood. There is another reality brought to light by H.R. Geiger and Edgar Allen Poe, given breath and life by H.P. Lovecraft, and still pale to the reality that is, The Steel.
Finally! My car is gone! Sure, I had to basically pay someone to take it, but I wasn’t having much luck otherwise, and simply getting rid of it saves me major cash. How much? I pay $415 monthly for the privilege of simply possessing the car. Then there’s the $160 per month just in case fee. I won’t count gas, because I haven’t filled the tank for three months; further proof a car is unnecessary in Chicago.