January 9th, 2003

Macbeth the Usurper

With Apologies to the Writers

I don't do fannish writing very much. So my apologies for this snippet, especialy to the writers.

One of these days, I'll actually write some lyrics.

(sung to Barrett's Privateers)


I wish I was on Homeworld now.


(chorus)
God damn them all, I was told
We'd cruise the stars in a number four hull
Sell no guns, face no fears
Now I'm the last old one on the final frontier
the last of Pierson's Puppeteers.


To The Offspring's "Come Out and Play"

He's like a natural disaster
like an atomic disease
He swims in the ocean and he walks on the land
He kicks down buildings with the greatest of ease

The news says Gamera is coming to town
Godzilla doesn't like he's stompin around
They're gonna meet down in Tokyo Square and
Bash it up, trash is up, crash it up, bash it

Boy, are you looking back at me
Boy, you're gonna be incinerated
Boy, are you roaring back at me
Boy, you're gonna be incinerated

Hey, hey, pay no mind
You're over forty stories and living out of time
Hey, hey, come out and fight
Macbeth the Usurper

Quiet Thursday

I spent most of the night in a knock-down, drag-out war with the Romulans. *sigh* That the bad part about campaign, war games. They can take a long time and they can result in a stalemate.

I did drop over to a co-worker's house after dinner, to try and make her Internet Explorer work correctly. The poor thing's child safety settings are all hosed up. I will deliver unto my poor coworker both a new Internet Explorer and Netscape. She also needs more RAM.

Jen called. She's moving furniture. Looks like more of that tomorrow. I guess I can go help. That conflicts with Glen Echo Open Band. I'm getting real good at being occupied on Fridays.

Weekend Looks Like:

Fri: Move furniture about
Sat: South Pacific matinee
Sun: Afternoon D&D game
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