Pariah

All the gold in California Is in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills In somebody else's name So if you're dreaming about California It don't matter at all where you've played before California's a brand new game

IKEA's milk chocolate with hazelnuts is also pretty good. I'm more a dark chocolate guy overall, though.

The stuff they have at IKEA. Good stuff, especially the dark chocolate.

You Swedes make good chocolate, I'll give you that.

"Alpha" by Vangelis (from The Music of Cosmos)

You know that your neighbour is a Canadian agent because although he is insufferably polite, there are a ton of Molson cans in the back of his black van, eh?

What the [REDACTED] are you thinking, you [REDACTED] piece of [REDACTED]?!

You mean Christina HenDDricks? He has the traditional costume, but due to copyright/licensing issues, he has Forbush Man's power set.

Possum. (Side note: Why did the chicken cross the road? To prove to the possum that it could be done.) New Topic: Unexpected twists in the upcoming Captain America movie.

Good Idea: Feeding stray kittens in the park. Bad Idea: Feeding stray kittens in the park . . . to a bear.

Um...zirconium?

You now know exactly what makes Deadpool tick.

That pheromone control didn't work so well on Power Girl. Who would've thought a broken arm could be so painful?! New Topic: Non-superhero fictional characters you'd like to see with superpowers. (Example: Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor with Iron Man's armor.)

There once was a man, his name was Magellan A Portuguese skipper, the girls found him cute He sailed with five ships to find the East Indies Then come back to Spain with a bounty of loot Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, O happy Magellan! Starting your journey with hardly a care Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, strong brave Magellan You'll find the East Indies, you just don't know where They crossed the Atlantic and spotted a country Magellan said, "It's the East Indies at last!" But then someone shouted, "Hey, that's Argentina!" Magellan got cranky and chopped down the mast Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, settle down Magellan Put down that axe, there's no time to despair Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, keep trying Magellan You'll find the East Indies, you just don't know where A great storm arose in the mighty Pacific The five little ships were diminished to three At last land was sighted, Magellan was happy But then someone shouted, "Hey, that's Chile" Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, cheer up Magellan Check out your map and don't tear out your hair Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, keep trying Magellan You'll find the East Indies, you just don't know where It took them five months but they crossed the Pacific They spotted a land that was dotted with palms Magellan proclaimed "Yes, that's the East Indies!" But then someone shouted, "Hey, I think that's Guam!" Ay-ay-ay-ay, Oops Magellan Your fun little journey's become a nightmare Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, keep trying Magellan You'll find the East Indies, you just don't know where They sailed due West to the Philippine Islands Magellan was pleased as the natives grew near But then someone shouted, "I think they're attacking!" Magellan said, "What?" and got hit by a spear Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, farewell Magellan! You almost made it, it's really not fair Whoopie-ti-yi-yo, O Ghost of Magellan the East Indies Islands were right over there

You tell me that you've got everything you want And your bird can sing But you don't get me, you don't get me You say you've seen Seven Wonders And your bird is green But you can't see me, you can't see me When your prized possessions start to weigh you down Look in my direction, I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round When your bird is broken will it bring you down You may be awoken, I'll be 'round, I'll be 'round You tell me that you've heard every sound there is And your bird can swing But you can't hear me, you can't hear me

Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watch lights fade from every room Bed-sitter people look back and lament Another day's useless energy spent Impassioned lovers wrestle as one Lonely man cries for love and has none A new mother picks up and suckles her son And senior citizens wish they were young Cold-hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colours from our sight Red is grey, and yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion

Sweet child of innocence Living in the present tense Father Time will take his toll Rack your body and steal your soul What became of all the years Are you drowning in your tears Who will catch you when you fall Who will hear you when you call I will comfort you, take your hand and see you through I will take you through the door Who do you think you are Try to live forever and you won't get far I wait behind your door Makes no difference if you're rich or poor Though you're weary and afraid Still you try to flee my blade Come and walk in my new land If you'll only take my hand I will comfort you, take your hand and see you through I will take you through the door In the image of those who have walked before me here I am cast in the web of an ancient spell I am holding on to life, I'm drifting in the stream Everything's much clearer now We live within a dream and never wake Judge not by what you see More than you can count are here with me Give up your foolish pride All that walk the earth have died! What became of all the years Are you drowning in your tears Who will catch you when you fall Who will hear you when you call I will comfort you, take your hand and see you through I will take you through the door

Time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.

It's funny how some distance Makes everything seem small And the fears that once controlled me Can't get to me at all Up here in the cold thin air I finally can breathe I know I've left a lot behind But I'm too relieved to grieve

Another quick one for today. A fairly straightforward rip-off homage of Firestar, I present to you: Ember!

I remember some years ago hearing the local radio sports guy open his segment by saying, "All twenty-nine major league teams and the San Diego Padres were in action last night...." (This is the same sportscaster who once referred to the A-Rookie team in Helena, Montana as the 'Handbaskets'.)

'Bad' puns? Puns are better than poetry. I mean, puns may be bad, but poetry is verse.

Why you gotta be so alliterate?

Roger is clearly cymbal-minded.

My first animated Fabrica image in a long, long time. I've always liked the color combination of black, royal blue, and white. I shall call her: Ms. Justice!