My Journal

Isn’t it funny how someone’s absence can be brought to sharp relief by only a brief presence? Okay, so that could have been put better. Although we haven’t been in touch in a while, my sister and Rosie inform me that they are stopping by tomorrow, just in time for a little exchange of favors. Leave it to my niece to find the perfect solution for my ridiculously huge stock of instant Jell-O only almost expired that, incidentally, she convinced me to buy in the first place. My entire fridge is now occupied with an array of containers holding colorful and wobbly desserts.

Which is just fine because all that space was unoccupied anyway.

Because I have. no. more. food. left.

Beyond several pounds of Jell-O which, trust me, are absolutely not appealing anymore, and the even more unappealing emergency supply. My kitchen is going to smell like sugary artificial fruit flavorings for weeks. I can’t imagine what sort of science project this could be for, but I expect it will be sticky, gloopy, and ‘Alive’.

While on the subject of hypothetical food sciences, what do you suppose is the maximum damage a hamburger and a cup of orange soda could achieve? ... That was not a suggestion to find out.

You know what? Nevermind; I don't want to know.

After lunch and what may or may not be a trip to the water park (Rosemary can be very persuasive), we’ll be seeing a few helpful acquaintances of mine so I can collect my car. Finally. So I’ll be able to stop at a few supermarkets by tomorrow and stock up on normal people food. Finally.

A day of resolutions. Look, I even updated my blog.

Huh, what do you know, Rosie was right. It has been half a year since I updated this thing. (I don’t understand why she cares that I use it since I’m pretty sure she doesn’t check in here. Adolescents.)

You might be wondering where I’ve been all this time, but, well, you can just keep on wondering. Nothing interesting, like I'd tell you I assure you. Anyway, promised her this time I’d try to keep it up and maybe keep an eye on what’s going on in cyberspace, so here I am.

Guess I have some catching up to do. Frenzy, buddy, how you been?

So...yeah. Retirement is still boring as all hell.

Frenzy, we still need to go golfing.

Notes to Self:

• Organize files for transfer to Optimus
• Fortify house in case Sector Seven wanabes come knocking
• Load guns in case of same
• Prepare emergency evacuation bag with food, water, ammo, etc. in case of S7 wannabes

My neice said I should get one of these things. Dunno why.


But then again there are these GIANT ROBOTS on here. Damn.

I can't believe they made me retire.