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Today, my friends, is 6/6/06! The mark of the beast! Where Stan and his minions will rise again and walk with fire and dra–… what? It was YESTERDAY?!? Man, I am always a day late on this stuff!

Okay, Kris, you can do this… just THINK!

*cough*

Today, my friends, is 6/7/06! The mark of the… sheep! This is the day where sheep will… continue… to walk the Earth and… eat grass! They will bleat annoyingly so you can hear it at your house, even though they are a mile away! It’s so annoying! Just like those damn kids on my lawn smoking their cigarettes. They think they are SO cool with their cigs and their backwards baseball caps and their BMX bikes! Who do they think they are, anyway? Steve from Diagnosis Murder? Hah! They could never be Steve! He actually stays off my lawn and safely on my TV where he belongs, with his wholesome good looks and amazing detective skills. But what is with Amanda on that show? She gets pregnant while her “fiancée” is off in France, or something. Was she fooling around with someone else? Maybe she was fooling around with those damn kids on my lawn, with their SO hip button fly jeans and their Vidal Sassoon shampoo!

Shut up you bleating sheep! I can’t take it any more! I just want to… not play… Sorry™ any more. *sigh*

See what the sheep have done. This is WAY worse than 6/6/06.

[This posting brought to you by a late shower.]
This image is copyright some girl's blog on SG!

Diabolical

What would be the most diabolical thing you would do (or if you are a real go-getter—have done), if you had the time and means to pull it off. I’m not talking straight-on evil, since anyone who reads this dumb blog is a wussy, anyway, but just some diabolical action.

As for me, your humble lazyman, I would do something subtle, but once the plan was in full force, people would see how egregious it is. What just popped into my head (because I’m a psycho and these things come naturally to me) is something that would take some time, and a lot of money, but would totally put me in the top ten of diabolical bastards. It doesn’t involve violence, or cat whiskers, but people would definitely feel it. Hmm… should I tell you? Are you ready to be completely shocked?

Nah, neither am I. So let’s just get to the point. While this would take a lot of patience, time and money, I would definitely let out my most diabolical laugh when people started pounding on my door for help. You see, what I would do is corner the light bulb manufacturing market. This is just a fantasy, so I know the logistics of cornering a whole market that is ubiquitous world-wide would be insane. So let’s just suspend a little disbelief and move on.

No, that wasn’t the diabolical part. That’s just phase one. Once I had the light bulb manufacturing market in my control, then phase two would go into effect. I would manufacture the light bulbs to have a serious, but unnoticeable, flaw in them. The filament would be manufactured to break at a certain carrier frequency that is not used in normal broadcast. Once I have the market cornered and everyone is buying my lights with the filaments, the diabolical localical would come to fruition.

On a certain day (it would be arbitrary, since I’m that kind of guy), I would broadcast that carrier frequency that would cause those faulty filaments to break, which of course causes lights-out around the globe. It would take some doing to pull that off, but sending out radio signals isn’t exactly rocket science… because it’s physics. Anyway, darkness would engulf countless buildings. People would be rushing to replace their light bulbs, only to find that the stores only carry faulty light bulbs. Nothing sucks worse than having a light bulb going out and not having a replacement at home. Every room you go in would be no light when you flip the switch. Refrigerators would go dark, as well, causing many stubbed toes and curses due to difficult-to-find pickle jars. That sucks, of course, but let’s not forget that any replacement will not work, either.

Soon, people are clamoring for matches and candles, or oil lamps. There would be madness on the streets as no street lights and traffic lights work. Windowless bathroom breaks will be a nightmare of memory and attempted accuracy. Frowns will flood the Earth!

And then people will suddenly find out I happen to control the match manufacturing, as well…

Purely diabolical.

What about alternative light bulbs of the gaseous lament, like fluorescent lighting, you ask? Who cares—living under that harsh light is punishment enough!

[I know this is the stupidest idea EVER. I’m just so bored…]
Nerd alert!

Double A

Sometimes you just can’t imagine some situations and this is one of those cases. I was walking with my friend, Lynn, in Portland last night (Saturday) and there were these LOUD guys walking behind us. They were crass and rude and just very loud. I just wanted to walk as fast as I could to get away from them, and Lynn wanted to do the same. We get close to the club we were walking to and Lynn noticed that there is an AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) at the edge of a Salvation Army. Lynn says it would be hilarious (and appropriate) if these guys were to walk into the AA. Guess what? They did. These loud, obnoxious guys walked into an AA meeting to sign in. Har har har-dee-har. That made my night. The time at the club… not so pretty. Don’t let me dance in public. It just scares the women.

Oh, and I just wanted to say “hello” to Sharon again. I hope she is smiling.
Whoa!