Thursday

Explain Again To Me

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[ETHAN]

--lobo spent 3.6 billion dollars on a what?

Right You Are, Ken ...

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[LOBO]

Planning for the complete destruction of time, matter and space during the holiday season seems like it might be in poor taste. Can’t you tactless people do this “Christmas” thing some other time?

Oh, and Cobe --what kind of crap was that!? ‘Ox Nuts’ gets nominated for an Oscar in the ‘Best Choreography in a Musical’ category, and suddenly everyone on Predator Press is Sylvia Platt?

Well, I find it offensive. Cobe, you sicken me with your squishy “emotions” or whatever; if Ethan wasn’t concerned about his PR during this DVD release, I’ll bet he would have you filleted! You just blew your chance to be Ground Control for the Predator Press Rescue Space Station.

... Which is coming along splendidly, I might add.

The cup holders came in today.

Fuel

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[COBE]

The riders chose to separate;
one for love, the other hate.
Wrested from the tranquil morn,
the two will part in mortal scorn.

The lover lived to be adored,
the latter galloped off to war
--to cut down mountains, boil the seas
and purge the earth of memory.

Wednesday

Here To Stay

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[LOBO]

This has been one hell of a tumultuous revolution around the sun.

And yet, in some ways, it gave us a lot of room to adapt and flourish. What choice do we have but to embrace change?

Nothing is permanent except change itself.

This is not new. This is not “special”. There is nothing unique or noble about this at all; strife and flux are the 'Natural Order'. In ten billion years, who will be there lamenting the great and epic 'tragedy' that was endured in our self-indulgent, painfully unremarkable individual lives?

We will.

We have commissioned the construction of the Predator Press Rescue Space Station.

It is a scientific vessel --housing numerous really smart bikini models-- that will orbit the black hole occupying the space where our galaxy was.

And as massive supernovae wipe out every trace of matter in the universe and collapse into a dense singularity only to erupt once again into the splendor of time and space, that gigantic Helvetica Predator Press logo will endeavor boldly onward, armed only with round-the-clock tanning beds and Pena Coladas.

We will all miss you, of course ...

Blog Early, Blog Naked

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[LOBO]

People will stop coming to your cubicle altogether.

Tuesday

The Day the Chick Manget Died

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[LOBO]

She was a great car. And that 1990 Plymouth Horizon with Corinthian leather interior and a Porsche 911 engine probably had better owners.

But she leaked oil.

It’s hard to be a great car leaking oil when Jessica Simpson leaps on your hood and Jennifer Lopez clings to your roof and you have twenty-six cinderblocks in your hatch.

Anna Kournikova was so stubborn, I hadda threaten her Predator Press subscription …

Hard-Core Troubadour

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[LOBO]

What really sucks is the inability to sleep. I’m fried on weeks of short spurts of light dozing, punctuated rudely by fits of coughing. I don’t even have the concentration to watch TV or play video games.

And under this thick glaze of disease --and almost certain pending death, I'm sure-- I guess I’m bored. Hell, the house is clean, the laundry is done ... thus I don’t really have the option of trying to divert my attention on any household tasks, were I to muster any strength. Honestly, the only thing the got me out of bed at all was the opportunity to spread lethal germs all over Mr. Insanity’s PC; everyone else is gone, currently embroiled in the pre-production of 'Ox Nuts: The Motion Picture'.

Casting begins today.

I wanted to play 'Ox' myself, but it turns out I'm slightly, eh, "underqualified".

Slightly.