jprovo's Frequently Transforming World-Wide-Weirdness

Sing it to the crazies
Sing it to the ladies
sing it to the aliens an' asteroids

-Cheese On Bread


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Little-known Crimson Fact Number Twenty-Nine:
He gave David Rostcheck attitude for Yuletide/Christmas one year; Cannister followed along after that.

"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."

Go check out Saki's World!

Want more spew? Ready to help decide next TV season? Sit down and review the crimefighter plotlines.

And as a parting shot, meditate upon this classic Zen koan:

One chilly day, a student spied an old master by a meadow.
Said the student to the master: "What is the secret to full insight?"
Said the master: "What is the health without the moon?"
With that, a beatific smile of Satori came across the seeker.

Cheers,
joe