Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Morning
Morning
Mon Mar 12 10:57:02 2007
Dalek Poems

Rain falls through dusty clouds
Nature's windchimes made of static
Shiva's spears for lingering ice
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!
Dust falls in to make you melt
Warmer embrace to change your mind
Impact exposes your frozen heart
EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!

Ok, sorry, that idea just popped into my head. Yesterday was another wasted day - I couldn't decide whether I wanted to have an awesome day outside walking, running, and collecting samples of random things to look at with my microscope or if I wanted to do some more work on my BLOG software, maybe try to get the duck-CTF thing done, or do some systems hacking on the OSD, so I decided to play Civ3 until I decided, which meant that the whole day went by without my spending much time off the couch. Sigh. I should stop doing that.

As I went to sleep last night, I remembered playing Dungeons and Dragons when I was younger and how a year after our local group started, my mom got caught up in that hysteria over it and became worried that it was destroying my mind as a tool of satan. I think I had a few conversations with her about it and she was ok with it after that. Now that I'm a bit older, it's interesting to think about what impact DnD had on me:

Clocks everywhere are confused as to what time it is, thanks to this DST-moving rubbish we're doing. I guess maybe we can call it Bush2K, eh?