... not that it was exactly my idea. The Universe isn't through with me yet. Apparently, the signal wave that I was riding on was deflected by some shiny parabolic piece of rock about three months ago and as co-incindences go, directed me right towards Earth, deepinaheartoftexas. Sorry about the mess. Actually, my evil twin, who remained on Earth, and has been having wreaking his own special kind of havoc, was busy running satellites into each other, when I showed up. As luck would have it, we had a nice little Kirk vs. anti-Kirk type tussle, taking out a passing cylindrical rock about the size of a Chevy Suburban, and a part of East Central Texas landscape. Anyway, Evil George software construct has been neutralized, I locked him in a for-next loop where he's condemned to replay a character in episodes of That Girl. It's a special kind of hell reserved for special kind of guys.
So, now I'm back. And things are getting worse. And everybody is running scared. Well, at least I didn't miss the big fireworks yet, that's not due for another two or three weeks ... but I don't wanna' give away too much.
Monday, February 23, 2009
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