I got to sleep at 3AM last night. I was spending time chatting with Jess making really weird MSpaint pics, having a good time. I fell asleep with thoughts of mullets and Saturday Night Live. Spent much of the morning watching Trading Spaces, and thinking about the designs, and how some of them well... kinda suck.
From what Sruti said in her blog, I figure myself to be the The Short-Story-Boring-Day-Blog, and The Short-Story-Fun-Day Blog. There aren't really the Long Meaningful blogs here, usually because I have someone reading over my shoulder.
It's damn dark outside. Certainly looks like a storm or something. Well, this is saying thundershowers. Great. Well, true believers, fellow readers, I'm out.
------
Otacon: This is my favorite Chinese saying: "Better to be first among roosters than last among bulls." Of course, the meaning's clear: If you have to choose between being a chicken or a cow, pick the chicken. Cows are always being messed with by aliens -- cattle mutilations are up, you know. Why go looking for trouble, right? If an enemy spots you, you'll be in more trouble than a cow on a UFO. You stay out of their sight!
Snake: Why would aliens be in an old Chinese proverb?
Otacon: Everyone knows they've been visiting us for thousands of years.
Snake: ...News to me.