This is a pisser, Denizens. Every time there’s something to rant about, it seems that I either lose the urge to write…
MERLIN: Why don’t you just call it your muse and be done with it?
[Venomous gestures. Merlin goes flying face first into a bulkhead.]
VENOMOUS: Any more dumb-assed questions, Wizard?
MERLIN: …uh, ow.
…or the day turns into a One-Legged Man day.
Which is what’s gone on the last 48 hours. Three hours sleep (and I’m being generous about that), followed by an 0400 start time at work, followed by a 12-hour shift.
In short, I’m too damned tired to write.
So lemme just repeat a recurring theme: Demoscum are little pussified douchebags and they suck.
KORRIOTH: Same song, 34,602,345,089th verse?
[Venomous glares at Korrioth.]
KORRIOTH: Hey, I’m just saying it’s hard to come up with so many ways to say the same thing. Even for you.
VENOMOUS: (shrugs) Point. And at least you didn’t say “muse”.
KORRIOTH: Unlike the (hack, spit) Romulans (hack, spit), we don’t have a word for that.
VENOMOUS: Mheh. Okay, enough of trying to cheer me up. Go take a painstick to our writers and see if they’ve figured out how close they’re gonna cut my beamout from Titanic.
KORRIOTH: (nods) Aye, sir.
“Muse”, my effin’ arse. 






