Brigits_Flame February Entry 01 - Beat.

[kenderlord]

Thum.

Thum.

Thum.

Call me Squishy.  There were, I reasoned, worse things than keeping the beat on a Space Viking war-galley.  There were precisely two of them.  One was being chained to an oarlock.  The other was being on the business end of a Space Viking war-galley.

“Heave!” I cried, thwacking the drum (Thum.), and a hundred thralls grunted in

Comments

[mullvaney]

Oh, this is funny. Irreverent, but funny.

[kenderlord]

Hee. I can't get him out of my head. He's just invaded my psyche. This must be what being religious feels like.
-D

[mullvaney]

Well, he will always be there to entertain you on the commute, and during boring meetings. He reminds me a bit of Arthur Dent.

[kenderlord]

... He _DOES_. Oh-man-oh-man.

The world _IS_ gonna get destroyed. Now that we have the Black President, it's not going to be "Earth Gets Hit By An Asteroid Because it's The Future", but it's gonna be "Earth Gets Bulldozed By Bureaucrats Because Geithner Didn't Read The Fine Print".

-D

[kenderlord]

I am, of course, referring to the president. Maybe it is a good deal less obvious than I thought.
-D

[kenderlord]

I mean. in the story.