Laskar

Also known as

Quirel

until

There can be a time in your life where the sun shines bright, but all you see is darkness. When there are people around you, but not too close, and you feel like the last man in the universe. You don't like what you see in the mirror, and certainly not what you see when you look over your shoulder. All the the could-haves and the should-haves that would have led to a happier life, had you made the right decision all those years ago. Worse, you're dogged by questions. What do I do? Where do I go? Who do I talk to? Worst of all is the why. Why do this instead of that? Why do anything at all? Why keep going.

I wish I had answers. God help me.

I'm back, sorry. Took a little bit of a break.

Wish there were more than 24 hours in a day. Would be nice to cram stuff in between working and sleeping.

Woohoo! Overtime!

I'm alive!

Whoo-hoo! Overtime!

You're my Smirnoff,
My only Smirnoff.
You make me happy,
When the skies are grey...

So there I am, off to the meme mines to find fodder for the funny pictures thread. But what I find instead is how geriatric car guys and backyard gearheads argue semantics and thermodynamics. It is juvenile, cringeworthy, and absolutely hilarious, and you can find it right here: ***Post a MEME Thread***

"There is no such thing as not enough horsepower, only not enough traction."
-Carroll Shelby

I have a feeling that this proverb features prominently in the Adeptus Mechanicus's Holy Quick-Start Guide.

Imagine there's no possessions
It isn't hard to do.
Or .38 snubnose revolvers
And lunatic fans are gone too

I'm not actually a smoker, I just play one on the internet.

My tractor nearly got T-boned by a crop duster this morning.
No sarcasm, I fucking love my job!

It's a new home. Hope it's a good one.