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Alas, it has been forever again. My sincerest apologies to everyone whom I have inadvertently disheartened. To those whom I have advertently disheartened, you may live your life however you wish certain in the knowledge that I do not care. :)
Now that that is off my chest, it seems that there is a new development here in Indianapolis: my first winter here. I like winter because the sky is kindly dark in the mornings, which makes me feel like I am not actually going to "work" in the morning as much as taking a pleasant "night trip" somewhere. It's an adventure. Daytime trips are filled with overheating from sunlight, glaring sunlight-blindness, and other non-darkness related things. Plus you are forced to see what is going on around you instead of being able to just relax and focus on the road and music and so on.
As a response to this winter, with flurries of 200+ mph, -55 degree temperatures, and 15 feet of snow as never seen before in this part of the country since the last ice age, I am injecting myself with my "wolf man" serum and plan on biting only those fit to survive in the new frozen wasteland that will become metropolitan Indianapolis and its suburbs. Those so bitten must be fit enough to survive the gut-wrenching, mind altering, unrelenting pain to be considered part of this new world. Side effects (beneficial) include: desire for raw meat (no heating fires with this kind of cold), 15 foot long hair, and lots of happy muzzles and snouts of teeth, our new species will eventually re-evolve into a Klingon-like species of "War-Bards" with epic tales and songs of mighty "Grruh'urr'urr'rash the Hairy," "Topleg the Trout-like" and so on.
But everything will not be all fun and games in our frozen future of despair, there are bound to be rivalries between the vampire serum users, the Radioactive Bee-Honey serum people, and the robot serum users who inject themselves with nanotechnology. All of us will have to stake-out different areas to live in, and fend each other off as each of us needs something from the other's bodies as food.
The vampires will have plenty of blood on hand, my own wolf-people will be nice and cozily furry, the bee people will have mad construction skills of beehives made of their feces, and the nanotechnology people will be making the latest and greatest iPod accessories with their advanced technology, electricity, underground cities, space ships, and artificial food sources.
Wish me luck and if I bite anyone and you DO NOT DIE, you may thank me when the holocaust is over. Then we can go sledding. YAY! HURRAY!
(btw, this is a completely nonsensical farce. No amount of fact is contained in this posting. I do not believe in biting people, animals, or trees except as a means of self-defense in the last case. Wolf people, robots, vampires, and bee-folk are all welcome members of the past, present, and future and we look toward all future leaders to continue the process of acceptance and love started by our fore bearers.)
Now that that is off my chest, it seems that there is a new development here in Indianapolis: my first winter here. I like winter because the sky is kindly dark in the mornings, which makes me feel like I am not actually going to "work" in the morning as much as taking a pleasant "night trip" somewhere. It's an adventure. Daytime trips are filled with overheating from sunlight, glaring sunlight-blindness, and other non-darkness related things. Plus you are forced to see what is going on around you instead of being able to just relax and focus on the road and music and so on.
As a response to this winter, with flurries of 200+ mph, -55 degree temperatures, and 15 feet of snow as never seen before in this part of the country since the last ice age, I am injecting myself with my "wolf man" serum and plan on biting only those fit to survive in the new frozen wasteland that will become metropolitan Indianapolis and its suburbs. Those so bitten must be fit enough to survive the gut-wrenching, mind altering, unrelenting pain to be considered part of this new world. Side effects (beneficial) include: desire for raw meat (no heating fires with this kind of cold), 15 foot long hair, and lots of happy muzzles and snouts of teeth, our new species will eventually re-evolve into a Klingon-like species of "War-Bards" with epic tales and songs of mighty "Grruh'urr'urr'rash the Hairy," "Topleg the Trout-like" and so on.
But everything will not be all fun and games in our frozen future of despair, there are bound to be rivalries between the vampire serum users, the Radioactive Bee-Honey serum people, and the robot serum users who inject themselves with nanotechnology. All of us will have to stake-out different areas to live in, and fend each other off as each of us needs something from the other's bodies as food.
The vampires will have plenty of blood on hand, my own wolf-people will be nice and cozily furry, the bee people will have mad construction skills of beehives made of their feces, and the nanotechnology people will be making the latest and greatest iPod accessories with their advanced technology, electricity, underground cities, space ships, and artificial food sources.
Wish me luck and if I bite anyone and you DO NOT DIE, you may thank me when the holocaust is over. Then we can go sledding. YAY! HURRAY!
(btw, this is a completely nonsensical farce. No amount of fact is contained in this posting. I do not believe in biting people, animals, or trees except as a means of self-defense in the last case. Wolf people, robots, vampires, and bee-folk are all welcome members of the past, present, and future and we look toward all future leaders to continue the process of acceptance and love started by our fore bearers.)