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Done for tonight.
Feb. 8th, 2006 12:46 amEven if I didn't actually get anything done that I wanted to today... oh, well. That's what tomorrow's for, right?
Ia, Ia, C'thulego fhtagn! That's just a little strange. Not quite as much as the Lego Difference Engine, mind you, but a little strange. Frank Zappa was just a little strange, to most. Something perhaps stranger is Michael Jackson writing songs for the Catholic Church.
A guy got hit, wounded badly enough to merit a medical discharge, and what awaits him upon his exit? A $700 bill for his body armor, the stuff that was taken off him and burned, according to his account, but since it went undocumented (perhaps the medics were too concerned with keeping him alive and fixing his wound?), he got stuck with the bill. Financing the war, any way we can, appears to be part of the mission.
On that similar note, but slightly less serious, it turns out that people are the cause of world unrest.
On a much brighter note, there's a possibility, although preliminary and requiring a boatload of extra testing before it can be confirmed, but... there might be a cure for HIV being tested in BYU's labs. Furthermore, some adherents of the Pastafarianism movement had a good time trying to evangelize the movement to others in their noble quest to stop global warming by increasing the number of pirates.
Finally, a little bit about the governmental structure of Greater Llewelynland, a place of which I am sure that some Ozy and Millie would rather live, if only for the head of state. So, I present the following: ( The Government of Greater Llewellynlland, somewhat embellished )
Ia, Ia, C'thulego fhtagn! That's just a little strange. Not quite as much as the Lego Difference Engine, mind you, but a little strange. Frank Zappa was just a little strange, to most. Something perhaps stranger is Michael Jackson writing songs for the Catholic Church.
A guy got hit, wounded badly enough to merit a medical discharge, and what awaits him upon his exit? A $700 bill for his body armor, the stuff that was taken off him and burned, according to his account, but since it went undocumented (perhaps the medics were too concerned with keeping him alive and fixing his wound?), he got stuck with the bill. Financing the war, any way we can, appears to be part of the mission.
On that similar note, but slightly less serious, it turns out that people are the cause of world unrest.
On a much brighter note, there's a possibility, although preliminary and requiring a boatload of extra testing before it can be confirmed, but... there might be a cure for HIV being tested in BYU's labs. Furthermore, some adherents of the Pastafarianism movement had a good time trying to evangelize the movement to others in their noble quest to stop global warming by increasing the number of pirates.
Finally, a little bit about the governmental structure of Greater Llewelynland, a place of which I am sure that some Ozy and Millie would rather live, if only for the head of state. So, I present the following: ( The Government of Greater Llewellynlland, somewhat embellished )
