Showing posts with label The Pickles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Pickles. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

My Cats Are More Musically Inclined than Your Kid.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Ok, ok, ok. Six things that make me happy.

Since Mrs. Pickles demanded it.


(ZOMG! Stolen bandwidth!)

1) To crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and to hear the lamentation of their vomen.

2) Curling up on the couch with the Murloc, a bag of popcorn, and some hot apple cider, to watch a good movie.

3) Having Isis curled up in my lap, or next to me in bed, purring softly to herself.

4) Hearing people's thoughts on Space Pirates, writing a key scene or conversation I've had in my mind for years, and imagining the story with all its twists and turns as it unfolds to the end.

5) Staying late at my parents' house talking about theology, politics, literature, and other intellectual topics.

6) Lying in bed with the Murloc, with my hand on her tummy, imagining our baby growing within.

Whale Biologist of Family Adams Magazine, I tag you!

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

A Day in the Life.



Outside my window...is a pitched battle as my massive Imperial Fleet crushes the pitiful Rebellion once and for all.

I am thinking...this Skywalker kid has a lot of chutzpa walking in here and talking about my weaknesses.

I am thankful for...planet-destroying Super-lasers and the ability to shoot lightning out of my fingertips. That just never gets old. Fire at will, Commander!

From the kitchen...I can smell the fried Mon Calamari with a side of Bantha wafting up from the bottomless pit. Who's idea was it to put that thing there anyways, with minimal guard rails? I'm going to have to have a talk with the chief architect. The thing's an accident waiting to happen.

I am creating...aside from the Death Star itself, a feeling of hatred and anger in Young Skywalker. Soon his journey towards the Dark Side will be complete!

I am going...to crush this insignificant Rebellion like an insect! Then I'll turn Skywalker to the Dark Side, let him and his dad, Mr. Whiney-pants, duke it out and take the victor as my apprentice.

I am wearing...a dark black robe. Damn, I look badass in this thing. I mean, I normally look badass, but when I pull on the hood? REALLY badass.

I am reading...The Evil Overlord's list. Great advice for today's ubervillain.

I am hoping...we can finish up this whole battle before 4. I don't want to miss my tee time on the Endor greens. They give you a complementary Ewok with each club membership.

I am hearing...Vader taunt this Skywalker kid. Vader sure does have a sexy taunting voice. But can he cackle like yours truly? Hell, no.

Around the house...I think my Royal Guard are using the downtime to practice Rock Band for the All Death Star Rock Band competition. As if their puny band can defeat The Siths. I mean, Vader can five-star "Green Grass and High Tides" on expert, playing both Guitar and Bass at the same time. And when you throw in my awesome singing voice and epic drum skills, those guys don't stand a chance. Not like winning would do them any good anyways, because Vader would just freak out and Force-strangle them anyways.

One of my favorite things...aside from killing Ewoks, is to crush my enemies, see them driven before me, and hearing the lamentation of their women.

A few plans for the rest of the week...Well, once I finish the Death Star and crush the Rebellion, there won't be much left to do except fly around in this awesome thing terrorizing the galaxy. That and doing glitterstim lines off the belly of some hot Twi'lek chicks.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing for you...



It never gets old.

(With apologies to Mrs. Pickles. ;-p)

Current Earth-Destruction Status This page is Class A WWW Depricated

Lilypie Third Birthday tickers
Lilypie First Birthday tickers
All material on these pages is ©2003-2010 by Joe Belland, Dave Belland, Tom Adams, Cari Burud and/or Paul Harold except for the stuff that we blatantly stole from other sources. All rights reserved.