Your humble narrator needs his fill from the Korova Milk Bar. It seems my wits weren't prepared for the nasty that I viddied the night before.(Monday) As my hand was oozing crimson syrup from the broken glass of my car, I whistled the ponderings of what violent deeds had been done unto me and the poor soul who lost their shoes.

You see, my friends, it was twilight as I left the computer lab. (only then, kicked out because SOMEONE hasn't gotten back to me about becoming a lab monitor.) It was only around 12 or 1 at night (morning) really. For a man who usually works third shift, this is early. Leaving the building, I realized I could use a bit of media snippage from a CD I had left in me little car. I turned about-face and strode toward my Subaru. In my venture, I stumbled upon two shoes lying side-by-side and some panties lying along side the towering dumpsters near the Snake Pit.(named after Michael Bigger) and So, my friends, my thoughts were filled with Giger-esque visions as my frail body managed another dozen paces.

Striding around my car, and stabbing the key into it's rightful position, I noted that my Star Wars Collectibles had up-and-moved to my driver's seat.(and have the value of a CD) They traveled from the floor of the back seat. This journey, I calculated, could not have been traversed on their own, no matter how realistic those micro machines seem. Turning the key, I heard not a sound.

My eyes fixed on glass in the passenger seat and I came to realize that the persons of this town had taken it upon their loathsome selves to demonstrate the Pioneer Plucking Play... and what a poor example it was, my friends. Any locksmith, or commoner for that matter, knows that you use a rod a little thicker than a clothes-hanger to unlock the door... especially if the car doesn't have an alarm. This is more effective in multiple harvestings than, simply, smashing one's Plexi. And behold, the limitations of these mongrels doth not stop there. Nay. The removal of the system demonstrated their lack of tools, and mechanical skills, as the screws were left dangling limp from the cracked mounting left on the bloody floor matt. Well, technically, it was bloody after I started removing the glass and covering the gaping hole with plastic. The two CDs that were stolen were the only things that they may have done right however, I must point out that THAT did not require the implementation of tools.

And so, my droogs, I ask you, where is my milk to sharpen me up and make me ready for a bit o' the old ultraviolence? Where are the bar tenders from the Korova Milk Bar when I need them my friends? Where's my goddamn Milk!??!!! --Kindda gives a new meaning to that Anthrax song, donnit kiddies?

For those in building 2517, sorry about the blood on the door. It should wear off as the door requires more usage.

(just in case) For the people who stole the CD player: This was about the time my last one started acting up. Oh, and a bit of advice: learn something about the thieves guild and honor among thieves. You disgust me and I could've done a MUCH better job.

For the wondrous security staff that must have been protecting my car and "the soul of the shoes" with miraculous care, I salute you. (Hand gesture here) Do note that there is some glass in the street my hands were no longer willing to handle at the end of the night.

CD snippage would be appreciated if anyone has Yngwie Malmstein's "Trilogy Suite OP:5" from the album "Trilogy." I don't want the one from "The Collection." The live version doesn't have what I want. I probably won't be using it in my animation however, having the snip clippages to be utilized at some later date would be rather nice.

with bloody charm,
-MegaData