Hey all . . . you ever been on the precipice of something fantastic, but you're teetering on the brink . . . almost falling right in? What was that big desert sand pit in Star Wars? With the teeth at the bottom . . . ? Hanging by your fingernails, as they say. What then? I don't know. Getting gnashed up by nasty sand teeth, or being sucked into something you don't want to face. Not something you don't want to DO, but something you are loathe to face, to adress. Life is full of these conundrums, it seems.
Foretuneatley, I am building a secret passage in my home to hide out in; with tinns of spam and a few trained squrles. The trained squriles are for running messages here and there- as well as a fallback in case the spam runs low. Odd nicknacks abound . . . rusty pocketwatches and dented tubas. Other vermin scuttle across the waterwarped wooden floor, replete with mint green, tulip sprouting moss that occupies over fifty percent of the room. A good hideout, I say! I need to hit the post office and get some new 39 cent stamps they be sellin'. Don't throw your 37 cent stamps out though! As I learned just the other day, you can take pre-postal rate self adressed mail to your local post office and they will only ask for 2 cents to send that old stamped envelope! See, that's how I operate. "Why have I never gotten a letter from you Larry?" you ask. Well, the answer is simple enough . . . I HAVE written you . . . yet it is preposted and sitting in my darning hamper at this very moment, ready to be sent out in May 2013, just as planned.
Everyone is so impatient these days.
Geeze.
So again . . . I've written the letters, they are adressed and stamped. But the sentiment which is contained within each and every envelope (there are over 1300) will not make contextual sense until the date I have prescribed.
Sorry. Rest assured, they were all licked shut with love.
So for those of you who think I have been quiet, whos lips are now silenced? For those who think I have been blind, whos eyes are now soddered shut with the blinding revalation of the truthiness I now speak? And for those who are beholden to none- masters of thier own domain . . . here are



And here is the Dune Emulator.
Josh and I are working on setting up a game. So if this sounds like friday night magic to you, get the game and leave a comment here. I still should mention that Josh and I have an ongoing Civ 4 competition going strong and would like to invite any participents to join out maelee, as it is free and fun as hell. But this Dune game looks fun and what the hell- let's give it a go.
Okay, off to the post office. Maybe I'm sending your letter!
Hey- I just thought of something . . . anyone want to see pictures of the 1906 San Fransisco earthquake, photographed bt Jack London? Me too!
Park City is supposed to get like 4-6 inches tonight, that should be fun. And speaking of fun . . . check out these Polish movie posters from the 70's and 80's. Now take a minuite and really look at these posters. At first they are silly, but after a small reflection, they are quite appealing to the eye. In fact, I prefer most of them to their Americain counterparts. Good desktop background fodder, I say.
I'm supposed to put a picture of Erin and I here. But like Lemmony Snicket, (of which i am on book the second) we remain face less to the world.
The potatos are cooking, and Erin will be home soon. Ryan just went on the other line with me and the phone hung up. +Hot Beans