Saturday Night

taogrl came over tonight to hang out over Zelda's Pizza and a viewing of Return of the King.

I love that movie; I love the whole series. (semi-colon used here in honor of cattle_class)

The Steward of Gondor really chaps my heiny. First of all, there's a rabbit in his family tree, I just know it. Second, he's not just a Steward, he's a Steward-ass.

I also think there needs to be a tale told about the folks who supervise the beacons between Gondor and Rohan. Something like this:
(Excerpt of a Journal found at a Gondorian Beacon outpost)

My name is Yahnomir, and I am a Beacon guardian of Gondor. I've been given this assignment and have been serving in this capacity for many years. Initially, I joined the army of Gondor so that I could travel to interesting places and lure saucy Gondorian wenches into my bed. After basic training, I received my glorious assignment. Son of a Balrog, I was given Beacon station 12, north of the region of Lamedon. Or, as I've come to call it during my years of isolation, Lamadammadingdon. I must have pissed someone off. I was told that it would only be a one year tour. It's been 10. And does Gondor have anything to say to Rohan? No. Not a thing. It's a good thing, too. Because I think I lost my flint and steel. Oh, phew. There they are. They were hidden under my well worn "Bodice Issue" of "Gondor Illustrated".

I'm a lonely man. I haven't seen anyone for over two years. Supply runs on top of this mountain are not frequent, as you can imagine. Being solidly above the treeline, my source of meat is rather sparse. There are a few wayward marmots that wander up. Marmot pelt makes for fantastic hats, slippers, and mufflers, too. Unfortunately, they make lousy steaks.

It's too cold to masturbate.

I used to have a partner here at this outpost, but slipped and fell off the side of the mountain. I'd like to tell my superior at home about this, but I cannot leave my post, and there's no one here to deliver the letter. God, I hate this job.

Nope. still no messages from either side. Hey, I wonder if I start a fire, if the beacons on either side of me will light, thinking a message is coming from the other direction? Then, both sides would come to each other's aid, and pass each other on the road. Oh, the looks on their faces would be classic!

I think I'm going mad.

After the first two years here, I could print my name in the snow. Now I'm up to calligraphy in the snow.

Maybe I should take up yodeling.


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Yeah, maybe something like that.

Miseryyyyyyyyyyy

Every depressive needs Strindberg and Helium to help them along on their path to hellllllllllllll.

Thanks, Damian!

Sunday Action

Thus follows today's events:

• I got up early and went to work to help work on a cabling project. We'll be drastically revamping the entire office, and that includes our cabling infrastructure. We needed to verify some data for some number crunching that the mucky-mucks have to do.
  
• I returned home from work, grabbed lunch, did some laundry, got some groceries, and took out the trash.
  
• I had to test out my security alarm because ADT said they didn't get a signal from my alarm system last month. I had to test it for a minute. That was not fun. I locked the cats in the far bedroom so they wouldn't take the brunt of the noise. Oh, that was nasty.
  

Of all the things that are going wrong in the world, the fact that I'm annoyed that I got stiffed on my home theatre install shows just how shallow I am. Of course, it didn't help that my equipment did arrive in town last night, 7 hours after my original install date was planned. Grrr! Perhaps it's a good thing. I might take the system back, in the event of certain life-altering events.

And now, after I toss another load o' laundry in, I'm snuggling up to a book.