This, that, and another thing

Ok word. So basically a couple of points before I do, well, whatever it is I end up doing with this points.

Congress finally renewed the Voting Rights Act. They were delayed, of course, by pressing issues such as flag burning and something that rhymes with it... oh wait no I mean that whole gay marriage ban thing. Oh and apparently some Congressmen took issue with it, but that totally doesn't mean they're rascist. Their complaints are super legitimate. Bi-lingual ballots? Out of the question! It's not exclusion or discrimination. They're merely trying to protect the sanctity of our Anglophonic national elections. For realz


Ok so on a much less relevent note, I saw the first person of the screen who I ever was nuts for, Amanda Bynes, in an adaptation of my favorite Shakespearian Comedy, the Twelfth Night. A world where that can go wrong is a severely problematic one. I mean fuck. If we can't handle such a simple task as making such a thing into a good movie then what chance do we have at beating global warming, ending world hunger, putting a stop to war, and getting Hillary Duff off of the airwaves? Ok so the movie wasn't a complete failure; it did many clever things. But if you are someone who gets paid to write, I will grade you on a steep curve. So if there is insipid shit in your movie, I will cut you no slack. Just an FYI in case anyone reading this is likely to write a movie script.

Oh yeah. I sort of said that I was going to do a thing. Jemima was kind enough to give me a pair of sentances, and I was going to fill the space in between. So if I could be given a moment... *ahem*

He slowly raised the grimy glass. "To the citizenry of Asmova. may there be plenty for all."

It was a strange scene, to say the least. A gathering of aristocrats at a long, lavishly adorned table with no food toasting with abominable glassware. Which was empty, at that. Though I suppose this was for the best, as the thought of actually drinking anything out of the glass I was holding, whose vast gathering of fungus seemed to be well on their way to establishing a civilization. Something was wrong. Especially with that lord mayor or whatever the hell politician had made the toast. But as I had no context for my surroundings, I had no fucking clue as to what it could be. Oh yeah. Did I mention? I had no clue where I was. Well I knew that wherever it was was called Asmova, but all that told me was that I was in an area I didn't know shit about. Basically I'd been to a hell of a party the night before and come out the victor of a grueling marathon of my favorite drinking game: "drink the beer." When I woke up I was in what seemed to be an 18th century outfit and some similarly dressed man was telling me that it was time for the reception.

You would be surprised how often that happens

The mayor... or, you know, whatever noticed I was staring at him... fuck. He started to walk towards me. I hastily retreated to the door, but somehow he caught me. I heard a strange noise and felt a steely grip upon my shoulder. I turned around to see that the eyes I was staring into were blinking red. Reacting quickly, I shouted, "He's an imposter!" and, reaching into a pocket, found that I had a water bottle. I emptied the contents into his face. Sparks flew, and He collapsed.

The entire assemblage turned and faced me with a whir and a clink, their eyes gleaming red.

"What did you do that for?"

Sorry it took me so long to follow up. Jemima, if you still want to play, how about these

It was all a lie.

and

I never did quite get that one right.

If anyone else wants to join in on the fun, just ask

I do believe that's it for all. Have a great weekend everyone.