Funshine, lollipops.

Fashion, turn to the left. Fashion turn to the right.
Ah that Bowie sure had a knack for songs I can quote when they are vaguely relevant. So anyways, this week I’ve been wearing a tartan cape. Only around the home of course. Capes aren’t socially acceptable you see. Ever wonder when that happened? I mean in Medieval times capes were all the jazz. These days people just think you’re a crazy person. Come on, flares came back, why not capes?

Moving swiftly on. Today I found one of my old notebooks which I used jot down random ideas.
Ah back in the day…
Such gems as:
Booker: The Vampire Slayer- A tale in which 5 time WCW champion Booker T defends the WWE from occult forces and looks at his palm menacingly.
A short story about “The Rev Mcarthy”- A seemingly invincible space marine
Stargate A-Team- In which our beloved team face off against the gouald Elvis.
“You’re king is dead!”
“Our king never dies! He is just taking a break!”
And they say I’m crazy eh? Strangely enough that Rev Mcarthy one is a serious story. I don’t do serious stories cause I suck at them. That one seemed okay though. Okay for me that is. Damn lack of ability for description, atmosphere and every other element necessary to create a good narrative.