Testing. Testing. One. Two. Three
Testing.
Testing.
Testing.

Hemenence! O, Hemenence please! I love you! I need you, Hemenence!
Forsake me not Hemenence!

Lesson?... Nay.

There is a lesson to be learned here in this life. Each person has a lesson and each lesson is different, specially catered to that individual. Most don't find the lesson. Most don't know it's there. Some will reflect and others will detect but in the last days of each lesson, a culmination of the reviewed material. A test. Multiple choiceless. No essay. Fill in the blanks? No thanks.
Send me the bill and I'll be on my way.

No title required. Much like the jacket from the Phil Collins classic.

I've not been here for a time and only remembered it when a friend mentioned starting a blog.
Upon reviewing many of my past posts, which are scattered far and between, irrationally and nonsensically, not unlike a tennis ball bouncing unpredictably around on a basketball court, or vice-versa, the thought occurred: "Is it possible I think I'm much smarter than most people?"
The answer is probably yes. I could go into some self-deprecating rant designed to make myself appear humble to the non-masses and single person who will never read this, but I just don't have the energy right now. You'll just have to believe me. Take my word friends, I can shit on myself with the best of them. And the worst.
Anyway, for all the mind numbing genius frothing over the lid of my skull, I have still not mustered the sense to put any of my creative nut to any means of capital. I skulk about, writing sometimes, raving many more, drawing and coloring and making little bits of wall furniture and still I make my bread by working for my father as a completely unenthusiastic land surveyor.
Huzzah.
Better yet, let me just get the fuckins out.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, there it is. Alright, that's it it. Yep, nope. Goodnight.

Assholes rule the world.

Assholes rule the world. We are at their mercy, which is in short supply.
Why are they allowed to rule the world? Because people are lazy. They don't want to think about the situation we are ultimately in.
It's hard enough getting through life on a day to day basis, doing the things that need done. Uniting against the ruling assholes and planning a large scale takeback of the planet, while ensuring that assholes, once again, will not weasel their way to the top and once again rule, is virtually impossible. OK, there's nothing virtual about it. It's goddamn impossible.
So, all we can do is live the best we can and hope that the assholes do not throw all-out temper tantrums and nuke the whole fuckin planet.
That, and rest easy in the knowledge that in the next world, their brand of power will be unattainable. If you believe in that sort of thing. Which I do.

No to the superbowl.
No.

I'm really into dramatic chipmunk. It is one of the first you tube uploads and arguably one of the best, if not the best. I think it is the best one. It's simple, quick, funny, it's got animals (well, one animal, but...), and music! What more could a casual You Tuber want for Chrissakes! Hake Shitake! (That's pronounced hah-kee shi-tahkee, not hake (rhymes with rake) shit take - you filthy BRUNOS!!!)
Anyway, that's the story of das dramitulos chipulos. It is the story of heartache, power, love, ambition, and the triumph of the human soul, but mostly, the chipmunk soul, and then, well.... y'know.... uh-HAH!!!
So if you'd like to learn more 'bout the old Dramaticy Chipmonial, you must call out to the wind. you must not call it what it is, but you must call it what it foota been yesterday and then, yes yes I say, a stinkety bird must sing the good song of "kee-lai, kee-lingo, kee-lai, keeeee-(heluva)-SHAAAAAAAAAWM-SNIGGETY SNEETZLE-BUGS of a ray of SHAWM-SNYYYYYYYY-FNOOTZLE-PLARNF!!!!!
Yawmzane! AIL YEE!


This shit is damn ridiculous. If I were not a ridiculous person doin all this absurd ass nonsense, I'd have lost my frackin mind on years ago mode. It's that good and healthy sense o humor keeps me sane!