Jan 23, 2007 05:14
the other day i was making a sammich, as most cool kids do, and my dad told me a story about how, when i was but a little destroyer, they put cabinet locks on every cabinet in the kitchen except one. the one i would open every day to pull out all the tupperware and make towers out of.
i want to write the best sci-fi script about time travel paradoxes ever written. but then i would have to top Twelve Monkeys and Primer and Summer Time Machine Blues and a whole slew of other amazing works of cinema.
id build a time machine so i could go back and tell myself to do things that may or may not make a difference in the space-time continuum just to mess with my past self's head.
CUT YOUR SAMMICHES TRIANGLE STYLE OR ELSE SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN!
i keep losing time. it seems like its more serious than it is though, since i just dont understand the concept of keeping track of dates..
lets see now, last week i made a sandcastle on my family vacation to the beach ive never been to.
journal log entry: stardate 6.beta-carotene.zero-niner.whiskeydouble...ham'ncheese? sure, just make sure its triangle-
you dont want to upset the laws of sandwich physics.