tardiness of tattling

so i go to see the 300 midnite premiere at the local super-nice theater.

i also take with me two twins of the guinness variety; 22oz twins to be exact.

upon settling in my comfortable movie seat at the crown of the theater, i establish my position by discovering that i did not purchase twist-off's as I had assumably imagined, but pop-tops. And i found myself with nothing but the edge of the arm rest to assist in the beheading of mine beverage. To the subtle giggling of the pair to my left i asked the bottle with two smooth motions to remove its hat. It obliged, and one twin rested carefully in my right hand, kissing me when thirst approached.

I finish drinking the telltale wishes of the first just as the spiderman 3 preview finished, accompanied with my smiling astonishment, and i abruptly asked her sister to reveal her inner secrets.

As Warner Bros. informed me that they had a hand in the picture i was here to see, a man with a radio approached and quietly asked me to leave the theater. I obliged politely, informing him that i had no intention of either sharing or selling my drinks, and that i was unaware that it was against the rules. He replied with a smile that the theater only lacked a liquor license, and applauded mine cool cooperation, rewarding me with a refund of the ticket i had purchased at the gate earlier.

Unfortunately, i wasn't allowed to finish or keep my second guinness, which i hadn't tasted after opening as i was allowing her to aerate to proper tastes before consumption.

So all is not lost, only i have to wait hours more before watching said spartan cinema. All because some lousy no-good poor loser decided that if he didn't get to drink, i didn't get to see a movie.

I wish him or her ill-dreams.

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In other news, i've lost my keys for the 2nd time this week.

I admit lost is not the first word i would choose to describe the happenings around me. Let me digress.

Earlier this week my keys were not in their usual spot; my right jacket pocket. Nor were they in my closet, the 2nd possible spot, or in the bathroom. In point of fact, they were nowhere in the house. This was only the morning after i had used them to gain entrance past the locked front door only the evening before, and i knew 100% that i had them on my person upon entrance to the house, as my cousin can attest as he was behind me, and also my chaffeur for the evening.

Where were the keys?

on the front sidewalk. In true peterian character, i suspected possible ghosts and silently cursed my absurd memory. I still have no clue or idea how they managed to be laying on the front-walk, short of someone, or thing, moving them there during my slumber.

Where are they now? I can only further suspect the same spurious spirits or lapse of reason that may have befallen me. The last time i remember seeing them was yesterday, as i locked the front door to leave for errands in the early afternoon. My first place to check will be the courthouse, where it may be that i left them in a cup (though not likely as the other items i removed from various pockets are still on my person, and other items that were in my jacket are not missing.)

Luck, it would seem, is off guarding our planet from imminent planetary collision, and my presence as a death in this world is short the ability to maintain material cohesion of mine property with her legendary absence.

bother.

i wish i had a cuddly girl right now. short of that, i wish i had a nicely packed bowl.

while wishes are on the menu, i'd like a large order of invincibility with a side of flight please. And be sure to bring a hot plate of riches as an appetizer if the super-powers are not fresh enough.

my bills are all paid. now begins the hard task of saving and spending wisely; hard only because plans are apparently uncooperative with the ebbs of flowing life.

plans, plans, plans. such a temptress i might always succumb to. plans for a job that pays more than it costs to attend; plans for machines, experiments, gardens and housing. Plans for a guitar+keytar, voxbox and RC-50 loop station. plans that inherently carry no results, only maps for places that are far away; maps with directions without my coordinates available to provide a starting point.

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so right now its miniroc vs pain snail on most enjoyed lo-fi in my headphones. its 1:19am and i might sit down to write. i might sit down to play bullet witch on the 360. i might just goto bed and hope for a better day tommorow.

i might cry, but we both know it won't really happen.

My horoshlope was great again today, i give them less credit then they deserve sometimes. "a little passivity goes a long way" true, lol. No need to try and argue?

so i've got myth and magic, science and technology; an ancient past derailing a runaway present thats being invaded by a jealous future. heroes, villains, gods and monsters. and dreams.

this goddess played violin. but when she died, her instrument was left behind. it was later incorporated into a robot, with the programming to find its maker upon activation. having left on its quest, the robot takes time to pause and repair itself; and it begins to dream. Unbeknownst to her, her goddess' true love had an instrument as well. a guitar. and that guitar befell the same fate as the violin; being brought to life by a scientist, only confused with memories as a guitar, and strange feelings of need for a violin, trying to be overridden with programming to find its maker instead.

one of my favorite characters is the young man who finds out that he is a robots dream, when the goddess' avatar, the robot with the soul of a violin, captures him instead of finding her maker, with the robot guitar being captured by the bad scientist and used as a mold for his robot ninja army.

what? ninja? yeah the ninja. la la la, and if you wondering why i haven't updated in a while its because i have 2 scientists, a major god-villain, the ninja and his goddess, the robot instruments, the dissociated parts of these characters which in turn spawn a few others like the newly wed dreams of the two robot instruments, the ghost of the ninja in the underworld, the action persona of the ninja that appears when needed, his first mechanical creation (and its many forms throughout time) and his dishwashing human form. not to mention the two soldier brothers, the monster cannibal god, the three human villains, the aliens, not to mention dimitri and his demoness, and dion the hermit god of science. And the best part? Most of these guys get several different forms as the story progresses. Mmmmhm. The goddess for instance, is captured and imprisoned inside a base on teh moon, where she's used as a sensing device to locate the ninja, who happens to be in several pieces at the "beginning" of the story.

the brothers? lol come on i need some more comedic releif than just the ninja's quips n quirks. and i needed two dependable characters who could show up with deus ex machina's when i needed them. They fit the bill completely.

maybe its nite nite time?

ya get all that? thats just the lead cast. so its a lot to juggle. but amazingly, it all works out in my head. and i get carried away with just the fun of putting them all together.