Dumpster Diving

Holla. The letter of the day is “P” for “pwn,” as in defined by the Urban Dictionary as “to beat someone’s @$$ in the most spectacular and verbose manner.” I will attempt to ad-lib a practical example of this colloquialism, “While DJ Tokes introduce me to Halo in the late 90’s, 2 Halo’s later, I pwn him like a tight ungreased noob, with sniper rifle in hand, toying around 3 shots as he serpentines, knowing that one good shot is all I need, screaming ‘THE STUDENT HAS BECOME THE MASTER!!’” However, I add that this sentence is dated as I have no internet connection to play Halo online anymore and he feels it makes him violent. So when a proverbial homicidal simian commits homicide with the given firearm, it’s not the monkey’s fault. Charlton Heston salutes you.

I made my 3^rd month of work. Things are going well and I work hard to fulfill the potential that I was destined. Every day I feel like I am building a better tomorrow; fulfilling the dreams of civic leaders worldwide, each day is a step toward Moore’s Utopia or Plato’s Republic. However, just to prove that it’s really me, I secretly believe we are all heading to a greener future… as in Soylent Green (it’s peeeeeople!).

Weather has been profoundly hot, reaching 90 degrees at time. Good weather for outdoors stuff, bad weather for sleeping and standing downwind from people who do outdoors stuff (soylent aroma?). Karen has had a couple interviews but the economy is still rough here, hovering about 2 percent above the national average.

Recent fun fact: I recently rescued two lamps and two coffee tables from the trash. It just needed some cleaning and fixing some of the contacts. I also rescued a scratching post from the dumpster too. Good thing the trash was sufficiently high so I didn’t have to jump in. Right now it’s airing out in the back patio and someday I will wrap rope around it for my kitty, who I may add will turn one in a few months, and his coat was recently lauded by the vet as “buttery.” One can only hope to have their derma described in such a manner, except when around Asians, because we all know of their ancestral choices of meat in steamed bun.