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.

Unimportant.

& 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.

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

MERRY XMAS BABY

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 & lightning...in 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.