Greetings to all, unless you voted for Obama, in which case I’d prefer you self-immolate (right after you pay your taxes, assholes).
It’s Monday again, and that means it’s time to go back to work (congrats again, Vmax). Here’s a little something to get you going.
Failing that, it’ll at least get me going. Close enough.
She looks tired.
Greetings, Monday fans, welcome to your weekly pick-me-up. And by me, I really do mean me, since I’m sure y’all think these are a bunch of dudes.
Haters gonna H8.
When I was a youngster watching TV in the ’70′s I LOVED Star Trek. I used that as a springboard into sci-fi books by Heinlein, Hogan, Anderson, Bradbury, etc.
In my 10 yr old mind I realized that the Space Academy PROBABLY wouldn’t be operational by the time I went to college, so I figured the Air Force Academy would have to do. Heck, by the time I was a Captain I figured I’d be teaching at our new orbital Academy and I was cool with that. It would be nice to take a break from the grueling schedule of being a shuttle pilot.
Fast forward 30 years and I’m flying fucking 1960′s technology (Boeing 737) from Chicago to Des Moines. Fuck You, Star Trek!
Back to the point of the post.
I’ve always admired Shatner’s ability to walk the razor’s edge between seriousness and self-parody. Shatner’s early musical stylings were perhaps a bit ahead of their time:
Hi. This week will feature a small budget, independent film that almost no one has seen. It is a wonderful representation of the struggle of good and evil in the universe and ultimately in one’s self. I speak of a movie called Star Wars. I’ll pause here while you search the intertits for a page, paragraph, or image related to this little known gem of cinematic art.
I have no idea who this model is, and she doesn’t exactly represent the normal theme of the Friday Fap Fest™ but, damn, this is hotter than a 1000 suns, in a 1000 microwaves, in Mila Kunis’ kitchen. Please allow me to Force myself on you….Imperial Guardette.
After two days off last week due to a power outage, followed by another day of getting nearly nothing done because my primary machine was busticated by all the power cycling, followed by a day in the car and another on the couch recovering from the day in the car, I CANNOT WAIT TO GET BACK TO WORK.
Seriously. I spend most of my free time this extended-ish weekend catching up on TV and practicing my Español. The latter is a good thing, but the former makes me feel like a slug.
But today, today is work and the gym and productivity all around. Huzzah. I hope at least some of that is true for all of you as well.
Also, Obama is a fucktard. Now let’s look at some hot chicks.
Pupster went to the park this weekend and met a nice lady. She kept him in the Friend Zone, though.
Time for flowers.
Texas doesn’t have a long growing season. It has two short ones. Gotta get moving.
Also, faggots who don’t like horticulture, fuck you very hello.
Well, if you’re anything like me (unlikely) another week has flown by for you any can’t believe it’s Monday again, the best damn day of the week.
And if you don’t believe me, allow me to try my Jedi Mind Trick.
Mondays are awesome, you are super-excited that the week has begun anew.