Dorky Goodness

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 Everyone wants to be me…  What can I say?  They’ve got aspirations of greatness.

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 You know…  I’m thinking I’d pass on lunch.

What could be cuter than a boy and his dragon?

I’m sick.

You’re tired.

Let’s dance… dance… dance…

So whilst hanging out at Faniel Hall (that’d be in Boston, kids) quite some time ago, I signed a petition to keep gay marriage legal in Mass - much to my co-worker’s chagrin.  As it turns out, they’ve added my email address to their contact list.  So now I’m getting LGB related political announcements.

 And one has caught my fancy.  If I pony up $100 for Patrick’s campaign I can attend a party at the Westin in Copley Center.  I have to say, the concept is intriguing.  I’ve never been to a political fundraiser before.  It might be fun.

 As a side note…  If I could come up with $1000 I’d be invited to a fundraiser with Bill Clinton the week after…  Alas, a bit to dear for my pocket book.

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This isn’t a problem limited to Chaos.  Oi!  I’ve drawn blood on the Kabal.

I was amused.  The guy’s hair could be darker though…

More fun with image generators.

It’s in writing.  It’s gotta be true!

Alrighty.  I live on a pond.  It’s a lovely view (not that I’d know ’cause I make liberal use of shades and curtains).  But it has a draw back.  __ing wildlife.  Geese woke me up around 4:30am.  I NEVER want to see that side of 4:30 - ever.

 So, Shaman, any moral resistance to shooting geese that annoy me?  You can hang their asses on your wall or whatever you do with ‘em.  You have my permission.

Grrr….