Oh yeah baby.
Scientists in North Carolina have built a brain implant that lets monkeys control a robotic arm with their thoughts.
There will be no one to stop us, this time.
At 0430 tomorrow morning there will also be nothing to stop me. Or rather, a lot to stop me. Which sucks. For I will be sleeping, but some evil bastard from Methven is going to call me, and wake me up. See I told you he was a bastard. He will be doing it for pecuniary gain as well which makes it worse. Then I get to drive to Methven.
To kill him. Once that has been sorted out, by now around 0600(?) I will then flee the scene of the crime in a hot air balloon. Mwahahahah, they'll never take me alive.
Sara, who is cunning, thought it would be a good idea if we took her mother Hot Air ballooning for her birthday. Not too shabby I thought. She then tricked me in to saying I would go to.
Sara: Do you want to go Hot Air Ballooning?
Me: Yes.
Sara: With my Mum?
Me: Yeah alright.
Sara: We have to be there at 0600....
Me: WTF? 0600. Oh alright.
Sara: We have to be in Methven (1.25 hours away) at 0600.... We have to leave here at 0445.
Me: The hell you say? We have to leave at 0445? That is, in the morning? Hmmm. Riiiiight. Well I guess so. You'll get up at about 0400 and mess around for awhile then kick me at 0441 and I'll be good to walk out the door at 0445. Sweet.
Sara: Hmmm.
Now, closer to the time 0440 seems very silly. However I think that Hot Air Ballooning is going to kick arse, especially as the weather is looking pretty nice, clear etc. Which I must assume is all good for floating around in the air. Nic also appears to get to come as Sara's mums friend has had to pull out and it's his birthday. So, we won't find him in a club.
Foo.
Hmm, after finding those lyrics to Robot v Monkey, I must show and tell the band that sings it, Lungs of a Giant
EXCELLENT title.
Posted by: Cardinal on October 15, 2003 03:57 AM