How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

    No.  Unfortunately, I didn't get to play baseball with my favorite Japanese team.  I just yanked this picture off the Engrish.com website, and well...  you desperately needed to see it, I think.  Someday, however, it is my dream to pitch for the Bastards.  I think that's the only way I can justify my utter lack of control.  In short, if I'm pitching at your head, it's not because I suck as a pitcher.  Nope.  It's because I'm a Bastard.

    Anyway, the time off was well-spent.  I went golfing and managed to get an outstanding score of 70.  Then again, my math skills completely suck, so there's a pretty decent chance that I forgot to carry at least a few ones (and possibly a couple of twos).  So, honestly, my score could be anywhere between 65 and 378.  The margin of error is just that high. 

    I did go camping.  I'd forgotten how utterly horrible the camping experience actually is.  When the sun was up, it's was a nice time.  Without it though, it's a cold, damp, unhappy hell spent getting gang-raped by mosquitoes who seem to have a drinking problem as we huddled around a weak fire right out of a freakin' Jack London novel.  I didn't even catch a fish.  Everyone else caught a fish.  The only thing I managed to catch was a cold.  Screw nature.  It should all be slashed and burned and paved over to build Wal-Marts and NASCAR tracks.  I would die if stranded in the woods.  Therefore, that threat to my life must be destroyed.  I mean, what kind of retard can't catch a friggin' fish in a tiny pond that's packed full of them?  And fire without gas is just not possible to me.  From now on, I'm going fishing with pipe-bombs, and if I don't see smoke-jumpers raining down from the heavens, I'm not going to be satisfied with my campfire. 

     Aside from that, my computer is currently all repaired and working happily, I think.  They put in a new hinge that looks like it belongs in the space program.  And, it's made out of a strange material called "metal" --a material that seems to be lacking ona great many computer-related products these days. 

    Okay, now it seems I've got a load of catching up to do.  I hope everyone has managed to spin over and congratulate John Scalzi for winning the Campbell Award for Best New Writer at this year's Hugo ceremony.  If there's one thing I like better than seeing bad things happen to bad people, it's when really good things happen to really good people.  Way to go, John. 

-DP