Good morning world. CLONES! and Dreams

Mule clone to take on natural rivals.

Dreams like a film noir and "Better Off Dead." Part of it was terrible. At one point, my mother lost her job, due to people using her work computer, for e-mails, and such. Toward the end, before the credits rolled, me/John Cusack, having lost the girl of our dreams (Diane Court kind of situation), go to a bar, and find the femme fatale, and start making out with her, on the floor of the bar. She looks like slinka, and has a tongue like sand paper. Thin and rough, like a cat's. We're on the floor, as the credits roll, and the section we're in turns into an elevator/penthouse apartment, like in "2046".

Now That's some strange dreams. Not so much, as I was thinking about/talking to Bast, last night, but the part about my mom worries me. I'll have to call her, today, anyway. I'll just see what's what...

Your word of the day: Illuminate

{I would just like to note that I "chose" the word for today, before I noticed the date.

That is all}

.... Comeuppance?

The Changelings - [Flowers Cover Your Eyes]--- In the past five minutes, both comorbid and sadistic_apollo alerted me to the newishness of their LiveJournal Posts, via instant messenger.

If you've ever spoken to me, on instant messanger, you realise how unsettling that would be, for me.

We are as Gods among ye mortal folk.

Me, mr_hinzelmann, and Al are brewing our own beer. We have been doing this, for a year, now.

We are Good at it.

You may bow to us, and drink of our cup, that yours may runneth over with the malted barley and hops.

Alton Brown is to blame.

That is all.

Read the thingy, then click it, and love it.

MAO!