Daily archives: January 6, 2003

Jesus WAS a hippy

Careful reading of scripture, which has, like, totally cool patterns in the grain of the paper, has proved that Jesus used medicinal cannabis in annointing oils whilst performing miracles. It’s obvious really, I mean, the hair, the beard, those sandals, and now this. They also found some tie dyed fragments of cloth with the Dead Sea Scrolls.

Heavensent- Chapter 8, Part 3

The fretwork of cables they had been throwing out and string over branches was finally beginning to pay off. �I have a signal sir.� the radio operator announced. �There is an aerial gun platform on the way.�

�Do they know where we are?� Mirl asked.

�I believe so. We are getting distress signals out, which they can pinpoint.�

�Very good. Keep it up until the batteries run down.� Mirl walked back along the wing and slid in through one of the old cockpit blisters. He wanted to share the good news.

The bombardier was sleeping. His leg was troubling him ever more- it might already be too late to save it. There was no-one else in the cabin, though the hatch to the bomb bay was open. Mirl headed in that direction. There was the rattling report of a burst from an autogun and the airframe shook. Mirl ran over to the hatch and ducked his head through. �What is going on here!�

�There was movement sir!� The co-pilot pointed down through the foliage. The navigator was hopping from one half open bay door to the other, trying to get a better view.

�You do not shoot at shadows! Wait until you have a certain sighting.�

There was a noise from below. Something rattled against the skin of the bay doors. Another burst of fire followed, one bullet getting through the gap and ricocheting around the cowering crew men.

�That seemed quite certain sir!� The co-pilot was too scared to sound smug.

�Get a gun. I shall wake the bombardier.� The navigator jumped across the gap to the rack of autoguns. He landed hard, and the leverage finally dislodged the door. Mirl reached out, stretching across an impossible distance, as the young airman tumbled backwards away from him. He hit a large branch, heavily, and stopped flailing as he fell toward the ground. The wing lurched, and Mirl could hear the bombardier being thrown from his bed.

There were shouts from below, and more gunfire. The co-pilot turned his autogun toward the shots and let off a burst. Mirl grabbed two of the mini bombs and tossed them through the gap.

The co-pilot stopped firing. There was silence for a moment before two explosions shook the trees. The wing shifted slightly again. �There is an aerial gun platform on the way.� Mirl announced.

�Give it speed, there is not long for us.�


The Russian Navy is on its last (sea) legs, and most of its ships are heading for scrap.

Admiral Kuroyedov said the navy was receiving just 12% of the budget it needed to keep its ships afloat.
But despite the cuts, the navy has continued to commission new ships. Admiral Kuroyedov said it would be receiving several nuclear and diesel submarines, and surface ships, over the next few years.

And the Beat Goes On…..

Whilst back at the office trying to figure out what I am supposed to be doing these days, I have come across some cool things. First, take a look at what eight years of trekkie investment can get you. Now, I have been really questioning some things in my life recently, and when I was looking around for some guidance, I was fo’ shizzle the shiznet be lucky to ask da man Snoop fo’ advice fools.

Found out that I am in a retro period of my life, and was lucky enough to find 1000s of MAME games from the past through one single emulator. Bring on the donkey kong and qbert.

Thinking about Iraq and the mythical War on Terrorism, I was a bit amused by this story which highlights that the massive search for five suspected Al queda members going into the States from Canada was a government hoax. Apparently, nobody has even seen these guys anywhere but in the newspapers…Funny how that works.

Something to keep everyone amused.

Work = Fun?

Of course it doesn’t. Back when I was young and naive, I had this stupid notion that work should in some way be fulfilling- that it wasn’t right to end the day tired, grumpy, resentful of the lost time and mildly postal. For a brief while at The Gas I managed this, but then I bought into the idea that earning more could only be a good thing. I’m still paying for that. Now that I know I want to downshift and swap the stress for time and personal achievement, I can’t because of all the money I lost and the debts I ran up in the last two years.