So Mother and her private doctors have come to the conclusion...

That I have an acute case of Avian Flu.

Edit: I also have this strange desire to take a single grain of rice and drop it into a starving mob, and laugh maniacally while they kill each other.

So, I bought a couple of those Cradle of Life packs and a pulled a card that looks like Grimlo, but... like, her aunt or something. Twilight Fiend Mother ( Read more... )

And... Done.

Now to get a few revisions and send it off to a publisher.

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So, Mom's apparently investing in the VR Helmet and Pod field for some reason. And buying stock in "MMORPGs". ... Is that some sort of car?

... So, hey, does anyone know how to get things out of your head and maybe into something more useful... like a computer? or a book?

Besides my fingers, they'll cramp like hell.

And not Noriko.

Ugh. I'm getting sick and tired of the boys and girls where asking "Who's the hot new American chick?" when I walk by.

Well, Mr. Zappy's been getting a workout recently.

... Those weren't there when I went to bed.

Goddamnit.

That shit didn't work.

Oh well, Plan B:

Have Mr. Scruffy Bottoms sue the shit out of them.