<div style="border: 3px dashed blue; background-color: lightsteelblue; font-family: monospace; color: black; font-size: 10pt;"><Arcalyth> So, the spiny trees assasinated a penny today.

<takua108> …

<takua108> Randomness contest?

<Arcalyth> …yes

<Arcalyth> you ruined it

<Arcalyth> fail

<takua108> :(

<takua108> start over

<Arcalyth> Paperclips make snakes eat oatmeal.

<takua108> But fourteen…how?

<Arcalyth> Only on tuesdays do the rubber bands strike.

<takua108> Abandon all your current talk of stationary and flee to Georgia, where Destiny will meet her cruel sandwich, Neptune

<Arcalyth> But.. the pencil? Won't it be waiting?

<takua108> Hardly…three manure-pits hath spawned upon your tortured livestock, and they have intermarried with donkeys and doughnuts

<Arcalyth> The doughnuts are jelly filled. PLEASE SAY JELLY FILLED.

<takua108> Nay; they are but poached

<Arcalyth> Arrrgh! The rulers are out to get me!

<takua108> Of course; they are agents of the highest branch of the Armenian government, sent to destroy your fascist nation of Swarth!

<Arcalyth> My nation is no match for their furry potatoes!

<takua108> Aye, your carbohydrates are well-formed AND plentiful

<Arcalyth> Well then, we wait for the cell phones.

<takua108> Fair enough. However: I am _not_ oblivious to your inward cries for better ventalation, and I will supercede even the highest of trains to encourage flapping across the land.

<Arcalyth> But if the orange plums are not ready for hadoken, will there be a letter?

<takua108> Yes…three, in fact. Three bombs for Uruguay, and half a bank note for Billius' dog, Stephen IV

<Arcalyth> Excellent! Alert the robot masses, for the angels have exploded!

<takua108> Of course! At once! …however, I will be delayed by half for I have found an abnormal splinter in my dish of dining. It tastes like frog uterus, and remarkably so.

<Arcalyth> High turkey night. Wherefore are thy pultry sane?

<Arcalyth> pultry*

<Arcalyth> poultry*

<takua108> ART!! ART AND FAILURES TO LAUNCH!

<Arcalyth> And in misery did the ground implode.

<Arcalyth> k I'm done

<takua108> But all was not lost; a beaver found home in the…ok</pre></div>

On that note, so begins yet another chapter of pointlessness that <em>is</em> my blog.

We'll start off by discussing GM7, in an incredibly belated fashion. To sum it up: no reason to upgrade, or at least until new packages come out. I barely even <em>use</em> GM anyways, so I'm sticking with GM6 for the time being.

In other news…it turns out that the city I live in (Rapid City, South Dakota) is the highest rape-per-capita city in the entire United States. The more you know!

I've been working on a secret project recently, and I plan to make it public in a few weeks. It's similar to <a href="http://urbandead.com">Urban Dead</a>, but with twice the awesomeness and half the zombies.

In breaking news…I've discovered that I have little to blog about anymore. I recently saw the 2004 Dawn of the Dead, and it was cool…and I have discovered an affinity for instant Yakisoba and Thai noodles.

I'm just going to stop this post right here, before I say something else pointless.