This happens too often. When I have nothing to say. When I want to be able to say something and my mind literally seems to have shut off not wanting to access anything worthwhile or interesting. This is one of those nights, again. I hate it. Some call it writers block…Brother Ali calls it his process…..I call it an almighty pain in the ass!
I’m going to start this off by saying that I’m an expert on nothing. I don’t even take the time to get in depth on things I actually love to do, but dammit there are things I love and dagnabbit I will say what I must!…now with that, this. X-men is probably one of the coolest comic book concepts of all time. Since I’ve been young I’ve found it to be the awesomest thing ever. One of the greatest things to come from said comic is wolverine. The pinnacle of mutant badassery. A reluctant hero, a man’s man, a cigar chomping gritty S.O.B. the type of guy you wouldn’t introduce to your girlfriend because he very well may literally steal her from you.
Yes my girlfriend does indeed look like that!!!…Yes she is a cartoon.
When I was a kid he was every boys favorite. Me and my friend Aaron …or is that my friend Aaron and I?…whatever! Anyway we would do that stupid thing when you put sharpened pencils between your fingers to better act and or become Wolverine. He was awesome, flawed, ugly as hell, short like a ninja turtle, grumpy, and we wanted to be him, we wanted the yellow spandex, and the claws and a temper, and we wanted to fight giant monsters for no good reason. You know, boy sh!t.
I think we all remember when Wolverine fought that shark.
At some point in my older age Wolverine has seemed to change in the mainstream. He’s tall, dark and handome, he’s not as grumpy more slightly agitated, he doesn’t wear awesome yellow spandex instead he wears all black leather, which I guess is suppose to be cooler or something. Wolverine isn’t wolverine. Wolverine is Hugh Jackman in leather.
I only bring this up because I happened upon this cartoon that comes on G4 called Wolverine……it’s about Wolverine. It kind of freaked me out how different he looks now. I mean now he’s really tall, super skinny, and looks like he should be hanging out with James Dean in their motorcycle club. I mean he’s beautiful. Wolverine is not suppose to be beautiful!
Look at him. He’s adorable!!
Wolverine is a neanderthal with claws. He’s a short, muscle packed, angry troll who will fight anything at any time just cause. He also could be hurt. Why doesn’t he get hurt any more! In the new cartoon featuring the new and improved Wolverine he literally got filled with bullets and just stood there. How long has he been able to do that?!! Back in my day…I’m old..he use to get hurt with fist, now he’s galavanting around taking bullets to the face like he’s Superman’s cousin. That’s not right! This is not the Wolvie I know and love. It’s fun seeing Wolverine take a beating. Geez it’s part of his appeal. In fact that’s why I hate Superman. Superman’s so powerful they had to make up a poison rock to make stories have any kind terrifying potential, which lead to making poison rock bullets, and poison rock islands, maybe a poison rock necklace, it was getting ridiclous. Don’t make youre super hero’s too powerful. That’s no fun!
This could all just be older person bias. I don’t think it’s comic nerd bias. I’m not that much of a nerd….I mean unless Star Treks involved don’t get me started on that! I really just enjoyed the old Wolverine. Remember in the X-Men movie when they mocked the yellow spandex? How dare they! The yellow spandex was fantastic. That leather lets all dress up as a team get up was not the cat’s meow my friends. How is tight black leather on a bunch of dudes more acceptable than awesome Wolverine yellow spandex? You all know you like the yellow spandex more! You know you do don’t lie to yourself. You love it, you do, You saw that black leather and it enraged you and you probably wanted to kill something innocent.
And who would blame ya?
What point am I trying to make? I don’t know. I never know. This irked me and I needed to vent. If you’ve come this far on this literary journey with me than you know my statements to be true. Search your feelings. Come to the light.
The cigar light!
This happens too often. When I have nothing to say. When I want to be able to say something and my mind literally seems to have shut off not wanting to access anything worthwhile or interesting. This is one of those nights, again. I hate it. Some call it writers block…Brother Ali calls it his process…..I call it an almighty pain in the ass! I don’t just feel like I’m being blocked, I feel like I’m being simutaneously blocked and blasted in the face with power uppercuts by an MMA heavyweight who happens to fight crime in spandex on his off time! How do you unlock ideas? I think I need help, a helping hand, maybe some candy or something? I don’t know. I say this like I just drop gold on a consistent basis. We know that’s not true but I do drop enticing littles turds. Not the lame kind.
It’s all so very frustrating. ‘ve talked about muses before, but maybe I really need that. Something for inspiration, because it’s not going too well by my lonesome. Maybe the universe could send me a magical cricket full of magic, and hugs, and pies, maybe he could have a magical non narcotic powder that doesn’t rhyme or sound like cocaine…in fact it’s not even kind of like cocaine it’s a mystical sand that’s full of pleasant dreams and awesomeness! Magical crickets couldn’t steer you wrong.
Well that’s not completely horrifying! Nor does it make me want to cry and curl up in the fetal position screaming “Why” or “Make it stop!!!”
I don’t know. It’s fun to have ideas and express oneself. I love it! I love words, I love the power they have, I fear the power they have. I ‘ve seen words inspire people, destroy people, I’ve learned how words have helped destroy nations and countless lives, and also bring nations to the brink of enlightenment. Words are without a doubt the bees knees or the business if you wish. In a way it’s like a power and those who have mastered it can use it for good and evil. Kind of like Batman and the Joker if they had grandiose debates instead of fist fights.
This! Except less choking and more discussion on the merits of the choking process.
I’m in a horrible creative slump. I don’t know why. Am I not addressing something going on in my head? I try to, but self examination is hard as hell. Even pointing out all the stuff that’s messed up in this head of mine I still haven’t figured it all out. Maybe that’s getting in the way. Maybe I’m not happy enough. It could be I need to reach a certain level of being content in order to open these mental barriers to other things. All I know is that it’s quite complicated. I need to try harder, concentrate, focus, sit down, do the work, research, ask questions, go in deeper and deeper, perhaps get in a full blown no holds bar kendo match with a clan of Samurai, learn their ways even, become Samurai, then become Samurai man, go to America and save lives…….primarily by cutting off the heads of others.
The culprit either stole a candy bar, or murdered an entire family….don’t remember…..doesn’t matter! The punishment is the same….Just made him the HEAD of his class. That’s a pun you can use!
And that will make me a better writer. The people will rejoice!! Well I’ll rejoice. The people might be horrified by all the head chopping………..Fin?
That’s probably a no duh title but whatever. I hate sickness so much, unlike the majority of the human population who absolutely love and adore sickness. I have a problem with it. Why hasn’t it been cured yet? We need doctors on this I’m sick of having the sniffles, congestion sucks, sore throats aren’t fun, and mucus explosions are something I’d rather not deal with. Granted I know there are worse things out there. I get that, but I mean if we can get rid of smallpox, if I never had to worry about getting polio, or scurvy, why do I have to worry about getting the flu?
Who could forget the terrifying Saturday night fever? I’m saying vaccines are important!
The flu is a true bastard. It kicked my butt up and down and all throughout this place. Even now that I’m better the flu is still poking me in the back of the head asking me what that thing is…..it’s a scar….I was spinning with a doll when I was four, I tripped and hit my head on the corner of the wall, don’t ask why I was doing it, don’t ask why I had a doll, I don’t know and I think that mystery is best left unexplored.
I was a young boy of mystery I was. My ways were hard to explain.
As of right now I can barely talk and I can’t hit the high notes like I love to do so much all the time. I’m also having trouble breathing. How annoying is that? See I get that I’m not in danger right now but…cure it already it’s annoying! Please? I think if I made millions right now I’d put it all into Flu research singlehandedly taking down the Tylenol industry, or whatever. Those industries. The medicines that make you woozy industries. Those guys. This needs to end immediately, brilliant minds need to create Nanites(I always bring up nanites) microscopic soldiers to hunt down, spot, and eliminate all hostile bacterica! I think that could work. They could also give me super powers that would be awesome too. At least do something about these amazingly boney arms of mine…..I’m talking about the cold right or the flu? They both are the same thing…are they the same thing? It doesn’t matter either one I want them destroyed and possibly slapped. I shall seek respect and prestige just to achieve my goal like a flu super villain. I guess that would mean the Flu would have a super flu or something? I don’t know. I don’t think things through I just write them down.
Point is…there is none. I just want this cold to be gone already and I’m pro deadly soldier nanites. I think we all are.
So what do you like and who are you poking? These are the things that Facebook wants to know. I said some nonsensical thing about pears! Do you like it? Please like it…..why is no one liking this? I said such a likeable thing! Please like this….it’s been like 30 minutes and no ones liked my thing yet. Maybe I’m a moron. Maybe the thing I said just makes people cringe and shake their head feeling lucky they aren’t me. They’re probably hugging a puppy now appreciating life because they know no matter what at least they won’t be posting such stupid things like me, with my stupid face and odd behaviour…why is he doing that? I think I hate him. Why am I friends with him?….and so on.
So i’m starting to think my facebooking is becoming an issue. I don’t want it to be a issue but here we are. Now I need to find a solution. I need to find something. What is it about that site anyway? The funny thing is I would’ve never became a memeber if my mom didn’t coerce me to join. That was years ago and here I am completely sucked into it, and I don’t know what I’m doing either. I don’t really talk to anyone, none of my statuses make sense, it’s just a constant stream of reminders that I’m not doing anything with my life, and I also feel kind of nosey. I certainly don’t feel like the pinnacle of human stability.
Now I can know what everyone’s doing always!…Where are they going? I’ll go there too and say hello! I’ll go everywhere they go and say hello! Awesome!!!
What’s poking and what is it’s purpose? Please someone tell me. Also please tell me why it makes me so happy when someone randomly pokes me? What are you suppose to do after someone pokes you? Is that a sign that they want to talk to you? I’ve tried that. Someone poked me, I sent them a message, and nothing. Absolute silent treatment. So maybe not that, but then what? When I poke someone it’s a desperate cry for attention. That’s probably my issue.
Hey I’m dressed like a ninja, I have tea, I’m giving a thumbs up!…Aren’t I quirky?…..Be my friend?
“Liking” stuff is weird to me too. Even though I do it all the time, but I’m saying if you have a like button shouldn’t the selection have a little more variety? I want a “love” button or a “I’m only liking this because I want you to date me” button, or a “I liked your thing now like my thing” button. How about a “I liked your thing. please stop ignoring me and be my friend already button” The list is long but it will do it’s job. Then we won’t have to try to overanalyze a simple like. This will only bring us together, hugs will be exchanged, handshakes, perhaps a massive macarena marathon dance off?
It’s reemergence is long overdue!
They say Twitter is the current big thing. I don’t know I’ve never been to the site….That makes me sound like an old man. I feel like one when I say it. What is this twitter? is that like a bird or something? I know what twitter is. I just don’t know how to use it and since I fear change I’ll probably never figure it out. Facebook is good for now until it gets abadoned like Myspace. Oh man did Myspace get abandoned! It’s like trying to figure out how the Mayan empire fell. Just a mystery, and aliens were probably involved.
Bring us Tom! We’re ending this nonsense.
Maybe I need to cut down on this Facebook stuff. I could go for a walk, go fishing or something, perhaps engage in a kumite becoming a stone cold unstoppable killer…I could do that.
So my mind is blank. Does that ever weird you out? When you want to write something and literally nothing is going on up there like your thinking has been turned off or something. That’s weird. It makes me doubt. Doubt is no good! Do I need a muse? Maybe I need one of those, but who is my muse? I don’t know but they’re slacking really bad being that they’re no where near me. My muse might hate me. Maybe they have plans to destroy me. Muse maybe sharpening their knife as I write! I wonder if my muse has a muse? That would be weird. It’s all so odd it really is. Thinking and thoughts; the firing of electric pulses in your brain hitting the appropriate nodes to bring forward the ability to put words to page. To create symbols, bring meaning to them and then mark them on a surface be it on walls, paper, or electronically. I mean it’s truly a beautiful thing.
Unless you forget how to write after decades of typing! How do you make the J do that thing again? The curvy thing?
I love writing. I don’t know why I love it so much. Maybe it’s because I suck so much at talking, that or I could be a mad man. I don’t know. At least I’m not committing crimes then writing the police of future plans. Also I don’t wear make up and laugh every time I partake in the maniacal. So that’s good. I like words they’re awesome. Communication is grand, books are grand, writing stories are grands, social sites!!…..are ok. Well it’s a good way to communicate. It’s also good for obsessing over strangers. It can be a weird addiction. I was in middle school when the whole online socializing thing began to take off. I remember when current ghost town known as Myspace was just gaining popularity. I remember it being taboo to tell someone you had a friend that you only knew online. You kept that mess a secret like a drug habit, or a furry dominatrix fetish! People would give you that up and down eyeball motion.
You have a computer friend? You mean your friends with a computer? That doesn’t sound healthy.
I do like the internet though. I maybe addicted to it, but who isn’t? That could be what is suppose to happen. I say accept it! What do you want to do? Go outside? Smell a flower? Commune with “Nature”? NONSENSE! Stay inside, type like a nutty person, disregad the sun let your skin turn grey, make your eyes bloodshot red, snarl at anyone who suggest you do any other activity, and if they try to take your precious away from you jump to a fiery death!
I think we both knew where I was going with that.
Words define our whole world. It’s really how we know anything. There’s no other way to really know things than through words. You know unless we invent that telepathy machine, which I’m completely down for injecting in my skull. If I don’t need to talk all the better my voice annoys me anyway. I could be like Professor Xavier! The movie version not the cartoon…..and not the first class movie one either. I’m severely bias! If I can choose what Xavier I want to be I’m picking Jean Luc Picard all day son!
Wheelchair, intergalactic starship, what’s the difference?
Writing is fun, writers block is a bastard, and I still don’t know what to write about which is why I’m writing about this. I’ve been trying to write my first novel and I was on a good roll for like a month. Then the doubt came. Doubt is a son of a gilgamesh! I hate it. I’m not a fan. I’m trying to overcome it but it’s hard. I want to write something good. I don’t want the first novel I finish to be a lump of fantastic crap, doo doo, excrement, shiite! I at least want it to be ok. Have someone read it and say “Hey, that wasn’t terrible, that was in fact fairly decent.” Fairly decent is good right?
I mean the plot suffices, but the protagnists comes off as a complete jerkbag! All in all this story is drenched in okayness…..okayness is worse than okay. I made it up you can all can have…
Okay so maybe I want a little more than that. Maybe an acknowledgement that I am talented. I mean writing is one of the very few things that I’m actually good at, plus I enjoy it! Also it’s hard as hell to make a good living at it! Ya way to go me! It’s not selfish to want to be acknowledged is it? I’m not expected to be helmed as the next great thing since greatness was greatified. I just want to know people enjoy what I do. Everybody wants to contribute in some way. I don’t know. I hope I can figure it out. As of right now I’m a bit of a confused mess. I could potentially turn that around, change my ways, and start doing the big work!…..The big work being write sci fi novels……still working on the life meaning thing people.
I am in dire need of some perspective. I think I’m starting to lose my grasp of reality. Like I’m slowly detaching from humanity. I mean I’m not a loon. I’m not becoming a sociopath or anything but the sense of connectedness is slowly dwindling. Is connectedness a word? Probably not, but hey something connecty. You get the gist. I’m certain connecty isn’t a word either, but that’s ok. All I remember is that in the Era of my youth, I like to call it that. I hate that we count our years. People don’t change that much within a year. I like how tribes do it. They talk about life in little eras, which makes more sense to me….and I ramble…anyway in my Era of youth I remember wanting to fit in so much. I mean much like most kids. It’s an important biological necessity. I never really did though and I could never figure out why. I mean I made friends here and there but I always felt like I was on the outskirts. Like the crow except less creepy and immortal.
Don’t we all go through that phase? 
The thing is I don’t know if it’s a conscious choice or if I truly just don’t know how to gel with people. I mean I can do decently. I can do enough that I can get around in the world, but my connections are lacking and most of them sever quickly. I’ve said that I’m a huge fan of the quote “The unexamined life is not worth living” but self examination is hard. I mean really hard. There’s so little I know about me almost like there’s more than one me. A plethora of me’s just barking in my head! They don’t stop either they just talk and talk and talk and talk talk talk talk! I’m not crazy though. I am not a schizo. Maybe I think too much? Maybe I’m too smart? Maybe I’m conceited? Maybe I’m just dumb? Who knows. I’m trying to figure it out. It’s a mystery. I need to get a pipe and put myself in the shoes of a great detective! Sherlock Holmes maybe?
Or maybe a gun and an apple?
There has to be others right? That think the same way? I know I’m not the only one. The problem is I don’t think any of us go out much. So what are we to do? We’re terrified of the world, which is only logical it being unpredictable and all. How much would it suck if you went outside and a tiny rock the size of a pea exploded through your head because it was hurling through space earlier at a few hundred thousand miles per hour and just enough of it made it through the burning atmosphere to whizz through your skull? What if that happens? This is why I’m not invited to the good parties.
So what’s your point Ricky? Do you have one? Yes Ricky I do have a point this time. I’m not just writing all willy nilly like a mad man! My point is…..well…….Stay thirsty my friends?……I don’t know. I got nothing….but perhaps that is something! Optimism! Okay I’m done here.
Am I the only person in this world who has wanted an army of Jaffa? A bunch of men in giant metal suits and enormous serpent helmets with what appears to be spears that shoot out magical fire? Am I the only one that wants a clan of those guys? That would be the business! or the cats meow or something. I watched the Stargate movie a few times. I was never into it though so most of my stargate weirdness comes from the tv show SG-1, which if you didn’t know reeked in absolute awesomness! Just a fact.
Stargate is my friend. It can be your friend too. You just have to believe. If you wish upon a star or something a magical cricket will send a pyramid ship to your home. No gurantee that you won’t be tortured or enslaved but I mean at least the ship will be there. That might be worth it. Why aren’t you looking at a star? Wish for that already! If it’s day look at the sun it’s a star. You’ll go blind but that’s ok. Who needs eyes? Colonel Jack O’neill’s been in those ships. He blows them up because he can son! If you could you would too. I mean he saves Earth and everything too, whatever. What’s most important is that he’s kicking butt Rambo style on a pyramid spaceship against snake helmet head guys with fire spears and some dude who sounds like a possessed transvestite! Don’t you want that?
He wants you to want that
You also get to go through a gate, which is cool if you don’t mind going into an unknown ancient circle with some weird gooey plasma that breaks you down at the molecular level and hurdles you across space…….also if some one blocks it on the other end you just kinda die….but if you don’t kinda die it’s pretty cool! You get to go all over the Universe! You get to explore strange new worlds, meet a bunch of white people that look exactly like you and speak the same langauge you do and for some reason live in a town from the middle ages, because apparently that’s what people do.
You just kind of jump through it. Like jumping into a pool except not like that at all
You’ll probably get in a large gunfight every time you do go through, but that’s ok gunfights are cool as well! You’ll be fine!…….if you’re not hit with a giant fireball, or as long as a glowly eyed snaked monster doesn’t melt your brain with his magical hand……. or you’re not killed by a mindless mechanical machine that can’t be reasoned with……or your brain isn’t infested with the knowledge of beings that are greater than you that make your mind slowly overload…..or a disease doesn’t follow you back that tries to wipe out the earth…..or as long as you don’t get sucked up by a black hole. …..Well I mean there are some risks, but think of the fun!
Yipee!!
You get comrades. You make friends, shake hands, steal and try to use technology you don’t understand, make super powerful enemies, make superpowerful allies, participate in galactic wars you started on accident, kick ass take names or even kick names and take ass! It’s a beautiful thing. And who are you’re comrades? A lady who’s a genius to an almost annoying proportion, and ultra liberal hippieish archeaologist who argues with you about everything, Macgyver with a machine gun, and a big ass black alien man with gold melted into his forehead!
Every time you stare at his forehead, bling bling!! Is it still cool to say that?
So why aren’t you taking this journey? What is wrong with you?! Cut that out you know want to do this. It’s real you just need to join the Air force. If you join the Air force and you’re awesome at Air Forcing, or you know whatever makes you good then you’ll get to go through the gate. All this can happen. I was going to do that but that thing with my hip happened so you’re going to have to do it for me. Go ahead. It’ll be worth it trust me. These aren’t lies! Please believe me!
That’s what people tend to say when you don’t know what to write about. Just write something and see what happens, just start putting words to page, start bringing words to life and eventually the genius will come out! Is that true though? Really? What if you just keep writing and writing and writing and nothing but endless mounds of crap come out? What if that happens? Why do you see it that way mister or misses encouraging always glass have fulling it like that’s one hundred percent healthy. I think I despise you. You and all that happiness. What is that? I feel like a dose of pessimism is good. I think it puts you in your place. I honestly think it makes people less delusional. This little rock we live on is filled with a bunch of people who honestly think too much of themselves. I don’t know how they do it. I don’t know how they get to that point. I have honestly tried really hard to think like I’m King sh*t but it always ends with me punching the air angrily Cuba gooding Jr Boyz n the Hood style.
This. Except when I’m done I’m usually hugging the couch, there’s a lot more tears, plus much defecation.
I don’t want to be a negative Nancy or a positive Pete. There has to be a healthy medium right? Maybe a reasonable Roger or a see from all angles Angelica? I mean I’m all down for positivity. It’s a healthy motivator, it brings people together, often hugs are involved, and let’s not forget the cowabungas. I’m a fan of cowabungas. But can we be real? Does knowing that most of what you want won’t happen mean that you’re negative or is it just being realistic? I don’t understand people who have no doubt. How do you do that? I want that. I want to be able to just say I’m going to do this and that and I’m going to run this place like the grand super awesome person I am. All I ever seem to think is, who am I? Why do I think I have the right to tell anyone anything? We’re the same thing. We have the same skin more or less, follicles, our legs both do that thing. I’m just some dude. Everyone is! Everyone is just some dude. Some dude with a hat or glasses, or they got some piece of medal on their chest, and for some reason that indicates whether someone matters more than someone even though our legs both do the thing!
Me and my friends do that thing hundreds of times a week! What do kids call it? Strolling?
I don’t want to be better than anyone. I don’t want to think I’m better than anyone. I know I’m not. That’s ridiculous. I just want to be liked. I want people to like the things I do. I want super high fives in abundance and the ability to dance to nothing down the strip of the mall without people giving me that look. I would also like people to not give me that look in stores like I’m going to steal something. It’s a leather jacket store what do you think I’m going to do? Sneak the leather jacket under my shirt? Do people do that? If people do that sucks. It sucks even more that I apparently look like the guy that normally does that. If I have the face of a leather jacket under the shirt theif I would gladly switch my face, you know if that were technologically possible.
My dreams were crushed when I found out this wasn’t based on true events 
So I only wrote this because I have nothing to write about, and you know what those good ol optimist say. Just write something! So I did. People better love this or I may have to fight those people.
Benecio Del Toro style!
Captains log Stardate…..uh, it’s January right? Yeah that. Something has happened to me and my crew. I know not what it is, but I fear that my ship whom I love like a lowly prostitute is in danger. Two weeks ago we came upon an anamoly. It was a cute anamoly, the kind you want to hold and coochie coo for hours on end. What we didn’t know is that this was an elaborate trap set up by the Megaclons. Those Megaclons with their goofy beaks and unnecessarily long middle toes, I wonder how they feel being gods mistake? Who knows. Anyway log we were ambushed trapped in a calltellljilla beam that rendered our mighty thrusters useless.
Our doctor tried to suggest something doctory so I slapped her and talked to the men. I’ve been accused of being a misogynist but it’s usually from those who don’t know the good doctor. She has a very slappable face, especially when she smiles or speaks with opinions and things. It’s all actually quite rude of her. Engineer Doobag said there was no way we could get out this situation without good old fashioned space man hand to hand. So that was our plan, a very ingenious one at that. Fists are pretty much the solution of the majority of my problems so I immediately contacted the Megaclons challenging them to battle. They squawked and squeaked in the ooga booga language they speak for about 78 minutes then finally agreed to a time and place.
The time was an hour, the place was the center of the Megaclon Killship of Kill. I don’t know why they call it the Killship of Kill. It does seem pretty redundant, but who am I to judge their backward, silly, inferior childlike culture? I’m doing the best I can out here. We met in the center, horns blared, the crowd roared, the doctor flipped me off repeatedly and the Megaclon Captain rushed at me with the rage of a thousand Robert Deniro’s. Taxi Robert Deniro not the Meet the Fockers one. So he was pretty furious. It’s hard to avoid a Megaclon punch since they have 5 and a half fists. I took a good walloping for a good 6 minutes, but I was trained in the mighty space hand to hand arts and I prevailed……with a knife. I stabbed him in the eyeball, at least where I think the eyeball is. The doctor told me that’s where Megaclons genitals are located so I may have stabbed him in the dick. Right in his weird weird misplaced dick. The crowd was infuriated so I made a dash out of the arena. The good thing about being a cheater is the large amount of weapons you can hide on your person, therefore I was able to shoot my way out. During the battle my Doobag engineer managed to disconnect us from the Megaclons beam. Unfortunately my engineer sucks so he inadvertently set of the Meglacon self destruct sequence. I don’t even think the Megaclons knew they had a self destruct sequence. Seems like they would make that harder to do if they did. Anyway, my engineer’s dead, my ships dead in the water, and my doctor is very much unslapped, and I simply do not know what to do. Why am I doing a log in the middle of this? I don’t know. Am I a fool? Maybe, but this has happened before, at least twice so I think I have a about a 50 percent chance of making it out of this and maybe getting another one of those medals. I like medals.
End log.
