Dad got his lawyer love letter a couple days back from Ma. So all's going well there.

Still have no clue what the hell's going on there. According to the letter, Ma's lawyer is claiming that she found out he bought back his share of company stock in 2004, though he actually did it in 2001 or 2002. It's a six year statute of limitations on financial/marital ties and dissolutions in this state, so if it's based on when it happened, it's too late. If it's based on when she became aware of it, it's not.

Can't think of a court in the land that's going to say any crime's statute of limitations only starts when the victim becomes aware. Especially in this case, where she just sat on it doing nothing with it up to this point.

Apparently the letter mentions me by name. So this could get real interesting.

Go parents. Divorced eight years and still finding ways to use me as a way to hurt each other. Rawk awn.

DOT*DOT*DOT

The crapateria just gave me credit of 4.50 because I forgot my cash. Too bad I'm honest enough to pay them back as soon as I go pick up cash.

WHA'JOU SAY

It's too bad I suck at drawing, because I had an AWESOME idea for a cartoon last night. Zippy recently got glasses and when he puts them on it's like he becomes this super-brain. That and the boss and his engineer buddy turning into RAWK GAWDS every time they're near each other gave me an idea for a group of super heroes whose secret identities make them all uber nerds running a company's IT department.

Alas, it'll never be.

OF ALL THE

Possibly the greatest web site of all time. Though they need better consistency amongst their theories, I loves me some crackpot. And some of their crackpot has just enough reality interspersed that you can FEEL the belief seeping through every word.

Good times.

Also, I'd like to thank that internet script that pointed me towards Sitchin the other day. Awesome. Sitchin is incredible in his ability to avoid going completely whack-a-loon, thus lending credibility to what would seem, on the surface, to be completely ridiculous theories.

Personal Crackpot Theory of the Day - Earth is not a colony of Mars as has been stated elsewhere. Interest in space travel is well documented among "primitive" Earth cultures. Some of them succeeded and did not document it, or the documentation was destroyed or confiscated by current powers-that-be to prevent commoners from knowing how advanced these previous cultures were. Mars was a colony of Earth. Catastrophic failure of that colonization effort followed by current space exploration and cover-up efforts have led to the erroneous conclusion by those who believe themselves well informed that Earth was a colony of Mars. Anti-centrism makes that theory far more acceptable, though evidence actually shows that Earth was our home long before Mars. We're only a few big rocks from space away from being Mars II here afterall.

HEY! ISN'T THAT

Drunken NFB sliding scale of awesome:

• YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!
• YOU'RE NOT FUCKING AWESOME! \M/
• You're pretty awesome.
• YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME! \M/ \M/
• Mrs. NFB

"YOU'RE FUCKING AWESOME!" followed by two metal fists in your face is apparently my version of, "I love you man." Further research may be conducted, but I'm absolutely certain that Mrs. NFB is a singular top spot, unable to be superseded and unable to be occupied by more than one person.

For the record: Our niece is pretty awesome, because she's not old enough yet to be fucking awesome. Or so I told Mrs. NFB.

BUT THEN SHE SAID

Resistance is futile. The Funhouse Workers Christmas Party has been cancelled. Rest assured management will be extremely considerate of your feelings while they enjoy their Christmas Party. Happy Holidays.

The Funhouse Financial Meeting and Report will be conducted tomorrow to assure everyone there will be no layoffs. The layoffs will begin in one week. Thank you, have a nice day.

DISS CON NECK TA