I’m so perturbed. Just when I was getting redy to start a weekend of creativity (weblogging and video editing inspired by the crap at the Loft’s short film contest) and everything in my life was starting to come together, or at least no longer felt stuck, my goddamn computer died and just out of warrenty too.

I know I should have renewed the warrenty but that’s one of those calculated risks you always seem to calculate as not happening to you.

At laast I wasn’t drowned in flood waters and/or battered by massive winds…although I could have looted a nice new computer if I were in New Orleans…hmmmmmmmmm…if only gas weren’t so expensive.

That’s always been my problem…poor timing. Tucson needs a good natural disaster. Come on people start praying!

Anyone have any extra cash they’re not sending to people with real problems feel free to donate with the Amazon tip thingy to help an electronics starved waif become part of the global community again.

By the way, my family was recently slaughtered by ninjas. What remains after the computer purchase will go towards martial arts training so I can stop the evil ninjas and revenge the death of the Thinkpad!

I…I…mean my FAMILY! The firey death of my family. Little Billy skewered and roasted like a marshmallow! Grandpa used for star throwing practice! Ma trampled by a hundred crazy ninjas wearing their crazy ninja shoes!

We must stop ninjas before they do anymore harm. Only you can prevent ninja attack by giving and giving and giving untill you’re starving in the streets. It’s either you stand up to the ninjas now or you get slaughtered by them later.

What would Toshiro Mifune say? I don’t have a clue because I don’t speak Japanese but in Kirosawa’s The Seven Samurai he said some stirring translated words about fighting back and being men and other crazy shit like that.

You can’t let those terrorists win, man! You have to stand up to nature and the ninja it breeds and spit right in it’s fac e and then scurry away to let the bigs guys fight it out with massive weaponry.

And that’s where your dontion to the cause comes in. This is no telethon. I am not Jerry Lewis drowing in his own juices, melting under the spot lights, looking at the tote fucking board!

[note: the MDA has some really beautiful offices in the Foothills of Tucson. How about saving some money and moving to the South Side and then putting the savings into research? Huh? How about that?! It might just work and if it doesn't then you can score some more guilt cash the next year and build a nicer newer place.]

Yeah, so this sniveling waif is desperate and needs your help. He’s lonely and cold in his old apartment in Tucson. The desert is angry and the Tucson night is dangerous. At this moment cops seem to be surrounding the house where he’s borrowing computer time. Give before the police break in the doors and taser the friend’s cats! Don’t you want to help the kittens?!