Well lookie what I found while randomly flopping around an old directory on the ole PC. My old Rock(man) Bible verses. I forgot that I wrote so much. I think it's still rather funny. I may hafta make an updated one to include some kind of "only begotten son" vs "next only begotten son" joke that I'm surprised I didn't do the first time around. Anyways, for shits and giggles since y'all read it before, here it again anyways:

In the 200X, Light created the Lab and the Blues.
The Blues was without control, and ran away.
So Light hovered over the Blueprints and said,
"Let there be Rock," and there was Rock.
And Light saw that the Rock was good.
And Light found more left over parts,
and called it Roll.

Then the Wily appeared.
He was better than Light, so Light was jealous.
Then Light said unto Rock,
"Wily is Bad, m'kay?"
and Rock was made a Man, a Rockman.
And Light saw that it was good.

Rockman smited the Wily many times,
and even defeated the Wily's Forte Gospel,
a thing that threatened Light's dominance.
This pissed off the Wily, so the Wily went
more insane and began to create the Omega.
Until finished, it was unworthy of it's name,
and was called the Zero.

The Wily shunned the Forte Gospel, so the
Forte Gospel hated the Wily more than it hated
the Rockman, and gave the Zero Plans to Light.
And Light saw that this was not good.

So Light used the Zero Plans to make The X.
The X is not Rock.
The X is not Rockman.
The X is not Man, yet is.
The X is Light incarnate, yet not.
And Light said, "Sleep, my son, and watch these
episodes of ST:TOS and ST:TNG so you may understand
Good and Bad."

In the 20XX, Light was long gone. The Cain reigned.
The Cain was smart, yet dumb. The Cain found X and
began a campaign of copyright infringment the world
had never witnessed before. Fortunately for the Cain,
The George Lucas was also long gone.
The infringments were called Irregulars.
The Cain saw that they were Good.
They were Bad.

X and the Zero joined forces against this new evil.
The Zero is smited, and all is sad. But if you were
keeping count, this is the "Seventh Day", so the Zero
shall rise up for another sequel. And another.
And forever more.

The evil was smited again and again until another
appeared and brought great chaos to The Canon.
Many love him, many hate him. Still more simply
wonder "why?" He changes form at will, and thus,
cannot be trusted. Beware the one called the Axl.

You came into my life in a hectic flash. You chose me before I chose you. You became my son. When you finally learned to speak, I felt the same pride as any father. You hated being held and hugged like any boy, but I did it anyway. The sound of my bed springs compressing when I laid down was your signal to join me and demand attention. We enjoyed each other's company for almost 15 years. But now your body has failed you, and today I had to make the decision between my own selfish need for your presence, and your relief from this debilitative state. You may be gone from my floor, my furniture, my side, but you will always be in my memory and heart.



RIP Maxwell J. Headroom
April 2002 - March 2017

After rearranging and slight remodeling of my room, I can now say I only need to leave my room to pee and poop (going to work and doing laundry not included).

PC: Check
TV: Check
Game Consoles: Check
Mini-Fridge: Check
Water Cooler: Check
Keurig Mini: Check
Air Conditioner: Check
Fan: Check
Nu-Wave Oven: Check
Book Shelf: Check
MP3 CD Stereo: Check
Movie Collection: Check
Hamper: Check
Bed: Check

Well damn, my 1.5TB external HD is giving me the dreaded Seagate "click of death" and it's pretty damned full of all my goodies. Need to get a new drive ASAP and try to transfer all I can before it goes into catastrophic failure.

It's time to start my new on-going series, to be updated whenever I witness some stupidity, rudeness, basic bullshit, etc., even though I can think of many, I'll wait till the events crop up again in life.
It's time for, That Really Burns My Bacon! Today: That Really Burns My Bacon: Transit Edition.

Dear Mr. Bus Driver. You saw me. You saw me running for the bus. You saw me when you were still behind me driving to the bustop, a good full minute earlier than you ususally arrive there. You saw a man not in the greatest health, start running from 2 feet away from the back of the bus. You saw me waving frantically in that little side mirror of yours. You saw me get halfway to the door. This is when you closed the door and drove off.
Fuck you.
I caught another bus half a minute later bound to meet up with you at the next Bus Terminal. I get there. I see you. You see me. I'm moving as quick as I can and bee-lining for you. You close the door and drive off.
Fuck you.
It's starting to rain.
FUCK YOU.
You are lucky I wasn't able to make out your face Mr. Bus Driver, or it would have a fancy new shape the next time we met.

P.S. This happened yesterday, I posted to FB first then kinda forgot to here.

And maybe cause WoW went on "regular" Tuesday Maintenance...

But I decided to get off my butt...then back on it, cause it's the same chair, and make these here icons for taichara since she loved the scene so much and kept hinting saying she'd love icons of it. So here ya go!

    
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A Merry Christmas a Happy Hum Bug to my fellow peeps working today like me. My day started of with an alarm, how's by you?