Thursday, December 31, 2015

Another New Year

& sadly, humanity is still here.

Fucking Mayans.

Couldn't even get something as easy as a good apocalypse right.

Y'all deserved to be conquered.

I'm setting my sights on 2029 & the arrival of Apophis.

I think it's time that our narcissistic talking monkey asses learned the lessons that the dinosaurs learned.

We are expendable.


& our passing will not even be mourned.

Or noticed.

Much like that roadkill we drive by every day on our habitrail circuit between our work cage & our home cage.

On the bright side, without us, the world really will be able to have a Happy New Year.

Because, with us here, the year is guaranteed to be anything but new.

Just more of the same old human manufactured bullshit.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

R.I.P. Lemmy

The gravel-voiced Lemmy, one of rock and roll's great survivors despite a hard-partying lifestyle, was diagnosed with cancer on Saturday -- two days after his 70th birthday -- and died on Monday.

"Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove." P. G. Wodehouse

Thursday, December 24, 2015


It's currently 62 degrees here in my little corner of the world.

Xmas eve & it's 62.

That's almost unbelievable.

Last night we had thunder & December.
It's wrong.

There should be snow & condensation when I breathe
not warm rain showers & lightning.

Personally I hate warm temperatures.
Summer is something to be avoided.
I love fall & winter & snow
& the fact that most of humanity hides
in its little rodent burrows
when cold air descends.
Winter is always quiet
& wonderfully underpopulated.

But alas, not this year.
This year we have sleigh bells & sweaty balls.

 HO fucking HO de HO de HO HO!

 Oh well, as consolation I'm going to stare at the very sexy Eartha Kitt.