I Hate The Red Space Lizards
Well, you’re not going to believe this, but the Pope of the Red Space Lizards has been messing with my noggin again.
Not quite as bad as last time (remember that?) but enough.
I thought I’d misplaced my dataspud (my USB jumpdrive, if you’re uncool) and knew - in the way that Jerry Fallwell knew he was correct - that it was right in front of me somewhere.
Well, it wasn’t. It seems it had fallen out of my pants pocket when I hung them up and was precariously close to falling down behind a piece of furniture it would have been a Jovian task to move (the planet, not the god). Obviously, the Pope of the Red Space Lizards had been redirecting my karma to try and confuse and mess me up. Nice try, Pope, but NSL.
I use the dataspud all the time, it’s got my resumes on it (all backed up, of course, but still) and I felt lost and naked without it.
Now I feel found and clothed.
All hail Xenu! Hail Xenu! Hail!