There's a dinosaur in our backyard.

It suddenly dawned on me after seeing this photo that I missed my calling in life when I refused to join a retro-grunge rock band. Fortunately, I have fallen under just about every other grunge rocker stereotype at one point in my life, and I might actually be considered passable if I would wish to genuinely pursue a solo career in the vein of Bathory.

Alas we know the truth of it. My calling is as a writer. Just the other day I had been summoned to join a Marvel comics based writing community. Though I am not too keen on fan-fiction, it's been a long time since I've teamed with group I will be writing for, so I'm looking forward to it.

She had been watching a weekend marathon of one of her favorite programs, House M.D., which was broadcasted to her from Earth 2142. This particular continuity’s version of House had appealed to her better than the conventional continuity due to Dolph Lundgren’s starring role as a homicidal sociopath who flung his patients through walls whenever their ailments were too severe to meet his sub-standard doctorate skills. It often drew to question how Dolph Lundgren’s character achieved the level of doctorate, though Anna was pretty sure that coercion had come into play. Out of two hundred and seventy two episodes, she had made it to episode two hundred and forty five, an episode revolving around a sickly elderly man who had been caught under the weather during a recent snow storm.

<“He has a cold!”> She shouted at the television in her native Russian tongue. <“Kill him!”>

Yes, I think it is essential to mix my fiction with a touch of comedy. I write for even the dullest imagination.

- Nic

Now watching - Jurassic Park II: Lost World (Such an awesome movie!)

PS: My communications class was canceled this morning. This is becoming ridiculous. I already missed an entire week's worth of English Literature, because my instructor came down with the flu. At least I get to sleep in an extra two hours. I shouldn't be complaining, especially since it's almost four thirty in the morning and I haven't even tried to sleep yet.

PPS: God damn I could go for a coffee right now.