Well crap. The plan for my saucer was to have day to day operations done by thousands of 1/4-scale clones of Paul Lynde, Charles Nelson Reilly, and Rip Taylor. Unfortunately, Rip Taylor boarded his saucer before I could harvest his stem-cells, so I gotta change plans.
(and yes, I've already tried culturing miniature Andy Kaufmans. Even the healthiest ones just don't have the attention span to operate a large starship. I currently have 'em all crammed into a single stasis-tube if you want 'em)
Onan wanted to see some creativity bits, so here's a shot from a game I've been writing in my spare time for a year or so.
The gist is that you have a ship with a crew (left side) that is trying to plunder insignificant planets (right side). The planets are full of monsters as well as treasures, so you have to grab as much as you can before getting airlifted off.
Wife's in Germany doing valve inspections and I'm home alone. So I'm thinking of heading to the karaoke bar a day early just to have something to do.
Hence I'm digging through my mental rolodex of 70's crap I haven't sung before. . .
Dan Hill - Sometimes When We Touch
Dan Fogelberg - Leader of The Band
Tom Jones - What's New Pussycat or It's Not Unusual
This Thursday I'll be doing the first ever episode of "Negative at Night" on freethinkradio.com . As it is right now it's gunna be a solo show but I'm working on how to get people to be able to call in.
Show starts around 11pm est but could be a little late cause of slack and all.
If anyone had any topics you'd like me to discuss (no politics please) shoot me a message.
The pinks are giving me an extra day off this weekend, as if giving me one more day to hunt the mythical Habafropzipulopsaurus Rex will somehow ingratiate themselves to me, thus getting them closer to some kind of capitalist salvation.
Sorry little pinks. No amount of money will get you on my pleasure saucer.
The Overman-in-training prepares for a thoroughly fropped up performance of "I fought the law" at the local karaoke dive.
(yes, the Clash version. That cover rules so very much)
The table next to me was having a birthday party with cheap novelty glasses. I think it's a good look for me. Kinda like how I imagine a Guild Navigator from "Dune" looks.
If you grok that (a) all religions are bogus, (b) freaky lunatic mind-control cults are cool, and (c) normalcy is the default setting of inferior minds, then I have a video you should watch.
Grand High Arch Exalted UberPope of The First Church of Shatnerology, Protector of All Things Toupeed, and Defender of The Rind.
Church of the SubGenius Members-Only MastoDobbs.