"Every body perseveres in its state of being at rest...except insofar as it is compelled to change its state by force impressed." -Newton's Law of Inertia

So the summer seems to slowly be making it's way here, and I feel the need to get moving. Where am I going? Beats the fuck out of me. (Where are you going, and is there any room in your backseat?)

In order to organize my efforts into some sort of meaningful, coherent whole, I put together a Summer To-Do List. Its not very impressive:

- Get some fucking sleep
- Make some goddamn money
- Play drums everyday
- Take a walk everyday
- Smoke a doob everyday
- Maybe clean this place up a little bit
- Bat .600 in softball and a hit a pitcher with a line drive
- Squeegee my third eye
- Try valiantly to find time/money to visit Turowski out in Oregon, and Miller out in Bakersfield
- Make it back to Montreal (despite the fact that our currency is worthless even in Canada)

I saw this today and was struck by the "two broad standards of sainthood: His life deserves to be imitated, and he has demonstrated a post-mortem power to help people who pray to him, proving he is in heaven with God." Just for fun, let's run that second part back - "a post-mortem power to help people who pray to him, proving he is in heaven with God." I think another small part of me just died. Are we refighting the Dark Ages, or is it just me? Anyway, this is all very reminiscent of Luke Katifiasz's legendary 11th birthday party, where my Level 3 Mage was able to cast "Mestil's Acid Breath" upon the She-Cyclops, as I was slayed by the troll archer. (It was really fucking mystical.) Afterwards, instead of canonization, we just beat Luke's brother's friend with pillows until he pissed himself.

Also, since Super Fresh did indeed have Choco-Nilla Rice Krispies on sale yesterday - just like I asked Satan - who do I talk to at the Vatican?