In the jungle you must wait, until the dice read five or eight…

There are benefits to being an atheist.  Or an agnostic, whatever.  

One of the *really* big benefits is that I don’t have to stand around in the break room and pretend that I think it to be the LEAST bit normal that a woman would postpone her labour so that her child wasn’t born on 6/6/06.  

That ranks in the Top Ten Stupidest Things I Have Ever Heard.  What feeble-minded imbecile would do that?  It makes me wonder if they look under bridges for gnomes, and chase rainbows for pots of gold as well.  

Did I misunderstand, or wasn’t Natural Selection supposed to weed these people out?  Ummm…I’m *waiting*.  Tick-tock…

Speaking of Evil, I have added a picture of Damien Thorne below in the photo montage thingy.  He’s a cute little guy, and he cannot help it that his mother’s a twit and his father’s scum.  He’s cute.  :-)  I may un-name him Damien Thorne.  

Maybe.

Butsoanyway.  

If I get moody tonight, the song is Klaus Nomi’s The Cold Song.  :-D  I’ve got a bad Klaus impression, and I’m not afraid to use it—stand the fuck back.  

Butsoanyway.

LAWN UPDATE

…remember the movie Jumanji?  

I’m gonna have to duck out tonight and hope Van Pelt isn’t around.

Oh—and buy more Raid Monkey Hotels on the way home.

Sheesh.
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