it's like drawing a storybook

Meanwhile on the lost planet of fandingo prime nebula XVI (that's sixteen for you non roman numeral people out there) our hero was lost in the great ice forests of Sloshlandia. Our hero finds himself stuck with his feet frozen to the ceiling of a mammoth ice cave thinking, "well, shit this just takes the cake doesn't it?" Then our hero, brave Captain Omega Cromulus dies of exhaustion and exposure to cold frozenness. I mean, it's like 20,000 degrees below martian zero (that's twenty degrees above our zero, but it doesn't really matter when it's gone that far below it really so there is no real point in clarifying it) and our hero is no superman and thusly has perished. Can you blame him really? He's just a human being, fuck. Don't put all your space eggs in one space blanket. I love how you can make anything sound futuristic and cool by putting space in front of it, but I digress. I blame the ineffective uniform of the intergalactic space federation 2907. Sure, it looks super rad and neato with its epaulets and cool beaded curtain capes, but it doesn't really protect you from the harsh environments found on may planets throughout the galaxy. Which you think would be one of the main usages of such a uniform for an intergalactic space federation protective fighting force hell bent on the protection and serving of 900 million space planets. The space future!!!!!!
What a great idea for a story. Of course maybe in the final draft the hero will defeat the evil overlord Don Quixotic Beard 456723149087 with a blast from his protecto ray and thus saving the entire universe and his awesomely hot girlfriend instead of freezing to death and ending up like a bloated space popsicle only Space Jeffrey Dahmer could want on a mammoth ice cave ceiling. Yeah, maybe I should keep working on it.

Returns to drawing board with a fervor not seen in five blog entries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comes back with fervor in tact but just noted down for future reference. Hooray.

So, my album is finished and by finished I mean fucking finished. I just mastered it a couple of days ago. All I need is to do the cover photo and post it to iTunes and it will be available for everyone's listening enjoyment. Yay for technology, oh how I love thee.

Three times he tried to make it work and three times he just couldn't get past that final boss and now he is stuck with broken thumbs and a withered heart. No joy in life and no will to continue. He needs new reason, he needs a purpose. In comes the marching band of whores wearing uniforms made of american cheese. Of course it's american cheese, the marching band was invented in america. Just like the wheel, conspiracy theories, and the silly notion that people have the right to say what they feel without fear of persecution. Fucking bloggers and their silly ideas of free speech to the world. Oh, look at me and how my opinion matters. Please visit my blogsite so my adsense will pay me two cents, but if enough people go to my page then I make enough money to pay my rent on just sitting at a fucking computer typing out my hopes and dreams that will never come to fruition because I'm really just a mooching lazy bum who plays world of warcraft all day and needs a way to make money and pay for my WoW habits whilst still playing WoW. God bless america and everyone of us.