I've been doing too much...er...something.

Last night I had another one of those dreams where I'm chief of security. I was in charge of securing a parking garage so that saffronhare and Kevin Smith (Silent Bob Kevin Smith, not, as triadruid asked this morning, Ares God of War Kevin Smith) could bake cookies inside it. No, I don't know what kind of cookies they were.

This was serious sort of secret service shit, which I know because I was wearing a somber suit and using a walkie-talkie. We rolled some sort of bullet-deflecting mesh down over the sides of the building. I was ordering someone to go up on the roof with a rocket launcher when my cell phone rang.

On the other end of the phone was the Queen of England (as portrayed by Scott Thompson, Kids in the Hall), who was offering to place our operation under the protection of the British Empire, if we would surrender a portion of the cookies to the crown. I distinctly recall saying, "Thank you ma'am, but with all due respect, fuck you, ma'am. We'll take our chances." At this point, I heard helicopters and was hoping like hell that my man was up on the roof. About that time, I woke up.

I've been doing too much...er...something.

Last night I had another one of those dreams where I'm chief of security. I was in charge of securing a parking garage so that saffronhare and Kevin Smith (Silent Bob Kevin Smith, not, as triadruid asked this morning, Ares God of War Kevin Smith) could bake cookies inside it. No, I don't know what kind of cookies they were.

This was serious sort of secret service shit, which I know because I was wearing a somber suit and using a walkie-talkie. We rolled some sort of bullet-deflecting mesh down over the sides of the building. I was ordering someone to go up on the roof with a rocket launcher when my cell phone rang.

On the other end of the phone was the Queen of England (as portrayed by Scott Thompson, Kids in the Hall), who was offering to place our operation under the protection of the British Empire, if we would surrender a portion of the cookies to the crown. I distinctly recall saying, "Thank you ma'am, but with all due respect, fuck you, ma'am. We'll take our chances." At this point, I heard helicopters and was hoping like hell that my man was up on the roof. About that time, I woke up.

This Friday is not content-free enough.

Therefore, here is a little animated thingie.
( Behold the amazing animated thingie! )

If I get any more bored, I'm going to start asking people questions again.

EDIT: And, A Quiz! Take That, Forces of Relevance!
( LiveJournal Hyperbole Society: We may be irrelevant, but you're a terrorist. )

This Friday is not content-free enough.

Therefore, here is a little animated thingie.
( Behold the amazing animated thingie! )

If I get any more bored, I'm going to start asking people questions again.

EDIT: And, A Quiz! Take That, Forces of Relevance!
( LiveJournal Hyperbole Society: We may be irrelevant, but you're a terrorist. )