Is anyone else green?  Or dressed sort of...special...like?

The taco truck is almost finished.  It might need a ringing thing. Or something.

Qi has not come home from the wilderness.  She went down to play the game, but it has changed and now she is not back.

((Shhhhhhhh))

Ha ha ha.

It would appear that repairing rides is illegal, even if the robots needed it, so Genius and I are in Disney Jail. It is not a small world after all.

La la la.

It's okay, though.  Now you can go on the Carousel of Progress and it is better.  There still aren't any horses, though.

beep beep beep.

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Now we know

what not to put

on a taco

Rar.


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I need things.

Obviously.

Yes, obviously.

Everyone needs things.

I need

tacos.

I know I need this. I want this? I guess. No, I know.

I know.

I need tortillas, beef.

Cow meat. Cow by-products, by which I mean cheese. Of course. Vegetables of some type. Tortilla de maíz enrollada con algún alimento dentro.

I need those things.

We're not monkeys, not strictly speaking. Not monkeys, apes, lemurs, sloths, birds or tree-dwelling creatures of any sort or variation. But this is a tree. A city in a tree, and this is it. God. Great. Neat. Fascinating. Amazing. So maybe we are tree-dwelling creatures. I don't have a tail, you'd think I'd have a tail.

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There was a girl from Texas, and she came to the City of Angels to learn. History at first, but then she met a man who taught her and taught her well. Changed her path and filled her mind with science. Physics. Chaos and strings, bosons and neutrons. She wanted to learn what made the universe tick, what made it move, what made it breathe. This girl ( Read more... )