Road to Recovery

Gabs has confirmed it. My brains are fried. Like really bad. I can't think as hard as I used to. I can't write as well, I can't explain things. Everything's all sluggish up there. I don't think it's fair to blame it on the alcohol. It's never affected my brain power this much. But then again, I've never drank this much. Not till this year at least.

I think it's a lot to do with not doing law. Once I realized I didn't have to do it, I stopped reading anything written by anyone Greek.

The Xbox also cut down my reading/writing time by at least 50%.

The tank modeling has nothing to do with anything. This year I spent a lot of time making useless objects. The tanks, the terminator space marine mask, the scarecrow mask, the yet to be completed tank diorama, and a few minor things here and there.

Oh well. Time to reboot everything. A good place to start would be either the problem with economics or something to do with the enormous amount of will it must have took for white people to do everything they did, both good and bad.

Because you can't deny that nearly everything civilized for the past 500 years (engines, tanks, guns, computers, planes, buildings, etc) are all products of some white guy's imagination. Yet there's still the dick-ish side effects like poverty, hunger, global warming, etc. White men should be praised as well as punished for everything they've done. And if it's them that finds the solution to every problem they caused, then we Asians have to finally admit to being good for almost nothing.

Now for today's lame pictures. Enjoy. Or not.


"Hello surface dwellers!"

Effing worms. Stay off my porch.

Back in your hole.



HTML error when I loaded Eu Chuan's blog caused his Ferret to become this:



It rained so much today. Too much. Couldn't see a Frogdammned thing past the main road.



I remember this eraser. Raise your hands if you do too, anyone from EC.