The Endless Succession

The shrimp told me to. And when I say “the shrimp” I’m not talking about the guy that works on the second floor who should think more seriously about platform shoes. I’m talking about the little pink guys that live in the ocean. Last Thursday I was watching The Apprentice, as I always do on Thursdays, when my program was interrupted by a message. It was the shrimp. I received a message that they need liberation from the fish-eaters down at red lobster and other sea food offering restaurants. I was sure this was a joke, a farce; someone was going to pop out from behind the curtains and tell me I was on candid camera. But no such luck. Then the shrimp spoke my name. (Oh? Didn’t you think shrimp could speak? They have tiny voices that they amplify with voice box speakers. These mostly fail to work under the water, so most fresh caught shrimp do not have their amplifiers with them to tell the fisherman to release them.) I knew that this was no laughing matter. I was given my instructions.
Let me tell you something about shrimp. They are idealists, the whole lot of them. They believe in peace and work in nonviolent ways to accomplish their goals, but they have watched our kind and the ways we behave. They’ve studied us for centuries, because the only way to defeat your enemy is to understand him. For years after mankind started walking around the shrimp watched us with amusement. They had been a civilized society for thousands of years before we ever picked up a rock. When man began fishing the shrimp became aware of the threat to the ocean. They personally weren’t threatened as our fishing techniques were very primitive and they only had to worry about us stepping on them at that time. But then we started tools and fire and it all went down hill from there.

The hang of Thursdays

Never in all my life have I been so miserable.
Naw, just teasing, I've been more miserable at times. But the whole work drama is sucking the will to live right out of me. Stupid old people! You heard me! I hate old people! Well, not entirely. I like my grandparents and what not. I even like that old lady at church that is always talking too loudly and saying rude things in the middle of lessons.

I'm going to go back to the work thing. Projects and what not.

The New Frontier

So it's a new month, I should update this thing. I guess. If I have to.

I don't think I have much to say. Pity.

Life the universe and everything is continuing in a fairly straight forward way. Arthur would be so pleased. But it's not yet Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays.

First Post

Let's see. I wonder if blogspot will be used for good, or for awesome?