Reading the remaining 567 Pages of Atlas Shrugged in eleven days means a little over fifty a day. Admittedly, it has all begun to blur a bit, with the exception of everything Ragnar Danneskjold and the weird pseudo-sexual tension between Hank Rearden and Francisco d'Anconia.
Yes - Hank Rearden is Francisco's greatest conquest.
Hot, Blast-Furnace Lit Lovin'.
I know I'm trivializing it with all of my joking, but admittedly, the whole Francisco-Rearden bit is pretty welcome. I'm utterly lovestruck with Valentine's just around the corner. I'm starting to think like that - "I adore you out of my respect for who you are, what you do, and that which you hold as virtue."
With all that said, let's talk pirates - and not Danneskjold: awhile back at that Savannah Meet, I was given a package of crackers. I saved them, because I saw the lame opportunity to joke about Touhou product-placements. Captain's Wafers - the only snack-cracker proven to heighten your ability to bludgeon ducks.
Can Your snack-cracker steer a Palanquin Ship?
Yeah, I didn't think so.
I've finished sewing the heat-pack. I gave it a quick warm-over to make sure it didn't burst into flames, and topped it off with a heart. I feel good - I made it.
I make things.
I am a producer. Hoho.
I hope it goes over well - I know it'll get there late at this point, though.
I doodled on my first Bank Statement...
You'll see it tomorrow, if I can bum a computer somewhere.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
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Bad joke.
ReplyDeleteok - I have noted the name of the spa - was not planning on returning to Barbados anytime soon (too many places I need to travel to)Custom Shaped USB sticks & Flash drives
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