September 19, 2007

• Hope so.
• Why does it always have to be out in the middle of nowhere? Fuckin' Tunguska near some snow, bleedin' Desaguadero Peru near a single bored goat, bloody Finnmark near an empty fjord. Why can't there be a hit in the middle of Norwalk, CT, with a hundred fat Americans all smooshed or something? An event worth getting up in the morning for. It's getting so we have to make our own disasters.
• I already am.
• Why does it always have to be out in the middle of nowhere? Well, we had a green fireball that was reportedly 4 times brighter than the full moon float lackadaisically across the sky and then explode just the other night. And Albuquerque's not precisely the middle of nowhere.
• Doesn't count. Didn't hit.
• A so-called meteor expert has suggested that fumes from the crash site are not responsible for making people sick, rather, the dust raised by the impact.
• That's probably the job I should go for, Meteor Expert. Have it on my passport an' shit. Embossed on my fuckin' wallet. METEOR MASTA
• And for another take on things, there's this.
• We're so much smarter than those hoople heads over at that blue site.
• Has anybody told Stephen King? Maybe it's a disguised invasion craft or a humongous devil dooky.
• Mmmmm....mystery vapors.... (BTW, I posted a link to this yesterday. Chunk of Uranus??? Anybody???)
• Some say the world will end in vapors, Some say in "Boom!" From what I've read in research papers, I hold with those who favor vapors. But if it had a second doom, I think I know enough of war To say that, for destruction, "Boom!" Could less or more The world consume.
• Skylab missed me, meteors miss me, and the comet wouldn't take me. I'm just not special enough.
• Hank, if I get smooshed just to make you happy, I'll haunt you.
• Lara, if I get you smooshed, will you make me hauntingly happy?
• The big rock fall from sky. That's okay, it missed I.
• Send the news from the holy steeple. Vapors overcome the village people. Word from God comes as a shock To atheists, agnostics in their smocks. I'm the Big Cheese with giant beard That's not strange or bad or weird. You can choose to be lamb in flock Or I flatten you with this rock.
• TUM for the win.
• I demand a recount!
• It's the metre, I think, that swayed the judges. Yours has an excellent ending, though.
• Why is this surprising? Anything that gets stuck in the Werzog's holy urethra can make mortals sick from the accompanying P-funk.
• Where bears wear hats, A stone shall fall, The world ends soon, Thank you, that's all. - Old Mother Shipton
• Our learned friend has found the relevant prophesy once again.
• He's a dead set legend.
• It's the metre, I think, that swayed the judges. Snif. I always fail to meet the height restriction.
• The metre, or the me-te-OR? Hmmm? Think about it.
• Snif. I always fail to meet the meteor restriction.