My fucking skull feels like it's being crushed.

Anyhow, MFO is late. I know. I'm sorry. The reason that it's late is that I am in Michigan, and it's really hard getting MFO done when you're on dial-up, in an other state, while missing files, and without your usual software... and my head really, really hurts...

Please, please make this pain go away.

You know, I was thinking.

Salvation lies in bad Japanese sci-fi.

Seriously.

And Baltan-Seijin is the best Ultraman monster ever. He's like a big chunk of asparagus with big crab claws!

Actually, Baltan Seijin is rather like a large lobster with a glowing V stuck to his forehead. I'm not so much frightened that he'll hurt me as I'm frightened that he'll give me a really bad haircut.

Today I bring to you some holy words from the holy trinity. Orban, Fidel Castro, and John Shaft want you to know that Fidel and Orban are the alpha and the omega. Shaft is too cool to be bothered with some stupid Latin letter.

You see, I was eating a bowl of apple flavored oatmeal when a vision of Orban came to me. He told me the bit about Latin, and also, that everyone who works in the Japanese space program is retarded. And I don't mean they are a little thick, I mean they make Corky from that stupid show look like a fucking Nobel Prize winner. But what do you expect? They can't be blamed. I mean, every time a monster movie comes out their capital is levelled.

Upon further thought, I think Tokyo is just a decoy made out of fifty story tall cardboard and a handful of extras hired by the military.

The real heart of Japan is Hiroshima, because a nuclear wasteland is the last place anyone would think to look for a country's nerve center.

And Orban also said to, "get these Myself-damned raisins out of my eyes."