Man am I an idiot

I already posted something, yet I failed to post it. At least I wrote it. A bunch of my friends have been telling how much more they like this blog better than LJ, so I thought I would try it and contrast and compare. Thus far it feels the same, only I feel less in control of what people see and don't see. I suppose that would mean I would have to learn...to.....CENSOR MYSELF!! (duhn duhn duuunn) Actually as I am just playing around with this I don't intend to give anyone this address. So if you know me and are reading this, kudos on your detective work...or your creepy stalker tactics, whichever is appropriate. :P

So now that I am here I might as well hang out a while. Random crap: Today I went to a chinese restaurant that does not serve white rice. Only pork fried rice. What kind of chinese place doesn't serve white rice? All I wanted was mar far chicken and rice. All I got was chicken. On the walk back to work there was a guy fixing his car that had a big bald spot on the back of his head, perfectly halo'd by a Flock of Seagulls hairdo. It was very hard not to burst out laughing there. Just a tip: If you are already showing your age by balding, don't make it worse with an out-of-date hairdo. It looked like a comb over that refused to go over.

So tonight I was hit by the muse, and started working on my filk again. I am HUGE Firefly/Serenity/ Joss whedon fan, so most of what I do is centered around those subjects. Here is a sample of my latest attempt thus far:

5 Million Miles
To the tune of 500 Miles by Peter, Paul and Mary

There's no job that we can hold
There's no cargo to be sold
Set adrift in the black and losing hope

Losing hope, losing hope, losing hope, losing hope
Set adrift in the black and losing hope

Niska's men are on our back
Food and money do we lack
And Badger's place is still 5 million miles away

5 million miles, 5 million miles, 5 million miles, 5 million miles
Badger's place is still 5 million miles away

Set adrift, there is no power
Reavers closer by the hour
Are we destined to go out this a-way

This a-way, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way
Are we destined to go out this a-way?

Hiding from Alliance ships
Seems so hard - too many slips
Have made us more than just blips upon thier screen

More than just blips, more than just blips, more than just blips, more than just blips
Have made us more than just blips upon thier screen

Two by two, hands of blue
Haunt River's dreams and makes her stew


Well, that's all I got right now. I want to finish that last verse, but not sure how yet. Or maybe I will cut it and make it another song alltogether. If you are reading this and have an opinion feel free to pipe in.

OK, time to sign off and get some sleep. Get ready for tomorrow.

Shalom
Slainte
Laila tov
bon noir