Jinkies!

Good gravy,y'all. The universe has been really kicking the glutes of your faithful(well, sort of) scribe of late. Amongst all the carnage and spewing of Mother Nature's vital, yet icky bodily fluids, there has been a great, terrible, and gradually settling upheaval here in Castle Marius. You see a few years ago, as was chronicled herein, I procured employment some forty-five miles from home. The commute was all freeway, and my new passion for podcasts ameliorated the drive, but there were many a night, especially when work ran late, when that long journey to and fro grew more than tiresome. Added to that my vessel, were she truly spaceworthy, would have recently passed beyond the orbit of the Moon, and so we felt it was time to move closer to the rest of the populated areas hereabouts. Fortunately the mighty and wonderful Sheeps (she who married Turtle about two years ago) had a place that needed tenants. So we moved in this past weekend. First of all let me extend a heartfelt thank you to all who helped schlep our crap over here, but by Beelzebub's brass balls this move has been a trauma and a half! We calculated that the two places were nearly the same in size, but it seems that we have far more junk than room. Things are gradually falling into place, but there was a time of panic on our first night here when we felt...well, ok, when I felt that we had made a grave error, but as I find more places for stuff my panic is dissolving into mere exhaustion. Getting old sucks ass!!! But this place, while in need of a bit of TLC for it sat vacant for nearly two years, is shaping up to be home now, and speaking as the one male in a house with two females, the three bathrooms more than make up for being a bit more cramped. :-) It's in a more urban area than I particularly care for, but Mrs. Marius, being far less hermit-like than myself, is very happy about that. And I must confess that there is just about any store we might need within ten minute's drive, which doesn't suck.

In world news the British elections were far more confusing than I imagined they could be, but from what I've gathered from my UK friends it might just end up being the best thing to happen over there, governmentally speaking, in a long time. Imagine if John McCain had won in 2008, but had to have Obama as his VP. They might actually have a Parliament that gets things done over there. Now if only we could get something like that here.

As for the oil spew in the Gulf, I'm of very mixed emotions. If it turns out that there was negligence, or actual malfeasance,then I say nail BP to the wall. If, however, this was truly just an accident then I don't know what to say. We all bitched up a storm when gas hit $4 a gallon, but the whole Not In My Back Yard attitude of people when it comes to oil drilling is a bit disingenuous, methinks. I would love to turn my car into an artificial reef, hook up a windmill, and ride my bicycle to work, but until that is feasible we need the oil companies...and they need to punch holes in the planet to find what we need. This is a terrible tragedy, and will only get worse before it gets better, but our absolute addiction to fossil fuels made something like this inevitable, and crying about it now, and especially blaming the government for it, really accomplishes nothing.

Let's end on a happy note. Due to the move, and various other factors tugging at our limited time resources Starbase 66 hasn't recorded a new show in nearly a month, but we are finally getting back together tonight and I can't wait! We really miss each other when we go this long without recording, and I am looking so forward to tonight's session. And I hope you are, too. :-)

OK, that's all for now. Stay safe, stay classy, or if you can't at least post lots of pictures. ;-)

Love and kisses,
Marius