We live in interesting times. Maybe not WWII interesting times, but interesting nonetheless. In the last decade we have seen the rise of a new religion (global warming), the destruction of the Bill of Rights ("Patriot" Act), and the overreaching hand of surveillance in the name of Safety Above Freedom invade every aspect of our lives. Its hard not to despair when we see 1984 as but a thin caricature of the actuality in which we live today. Orwell didn't go nearly far enough, it seems.

Oh, well… Its a great time to be a beer drinker, anyways… So much variety! I wonder how much longer till The Hunger Games are REAL, too.

I'm listening to the Tron Legacy soundtrack as I write this. Great music. I was told it was a shit movie. All I know is it was available on Vinyl, so I bought a copy, because I had to sell my CD player to pay bills… The turntable is borrowed- I'll buy it eventually, but right now, its the Company's. Apparently my legal troubles aren't QUITE over yet- I'm looking at being sued over the lost house again, this time from the second mortgage, and I may have to hire a lawyer to handle that as well. I think I'll just declare bankruptcy this time, though- I'm sick of paying bills and getting nowhere. So, yeah. Coming soon: Chapter 7: The Empty Pocket. There are advantages to owning pretty much nothing, it seems.

Good thing I'm too old to worry about this kind of shit anymore. I already know it'll all turn out.

Its my birthday on Sunday, so I'm hoping to maybe get something good to eat for myself. There is a new sushi joint down the road just opened up, and I'm going to pay them a visit- alone. I wish I knew some furs around here. I'm surrounded by rednecks- the scary kind. So, no fursuiting around THIS neighborhood. Someone has already gone out of their way to make me feel unwelcome here- as the last 27 years of my life lay strewn around my "garage" and front yard like a refugee camp, they though it would be neighborly to call the fucking city and complain, rather than just ask me what was going on. Moving is hard, I didn't need them making it fucking harder.

So I will be retaliating the only way I know how: Giant topiaries that look like diseased sexual organs and shitty bottle trees. I'm going to make my front yard the shittiest on the block, and maybe fly the Minnesota state flag or something.