So, I just used the translator to send a text message to Dr. Gamage, and that’s when  I realized what a weird language cellular textualization is!  I wanted to ask the Doctor if he was still on to chill tonight in the Strategic Planning room, also known as the Captains Lounge.  What came out through the translator blew me off my rocker ten times and then shook the room next to me…the cats may never ever recover!  The translation  read as;

Are you when they have a permacultŭre? Do this closer to Are you thanks dude I thought so!

Its been 10 minutes and no response.  I am unsure weather texting etiquette allows for me to post a follow up message this close to the text’s birth and launch.  Now if this was a blackberry/iphone with undertones of twitter handy work, I could, and should post one zillian messages to keep the real time atmosphere alive, and to update everyone on my friends list what the hell is going on and just what the hell I am doing, or whats on my mind.  But we are poor men, and we use the primitive technology.  We do it fashionably and without regret!

Tonight we are supposed to get together and perhaps work on some bizarre ambiance and static, and delayed screams.  There may or may not be some freestate beer involved.  Time will tell.  We also may start our new podcast on music, and other bizarre things that keep life on Earth a little more interesting than the mainstream would allow otherwise.

I was going to post some experimental music that I have recorded lately, but wordpress will not allow me to upload today, and I am afraid it may be due to the fact that freenet hates me, and freaks out when I look at youtube or listen to a streaming mp3 or try to upload cool sounds to my blog.  So continues the romanticized life of the poor, yet fashionable young man!

Still no response from the doctor…and so I end this post by saying…Dr. Gamage, God Speed!  God Speed Dr Gamage!

-Griffnasty