Enter Planet Zorgotron | Strange Dreams

This is not Planet Zorgotron. It's a cool image I stole from Dave's collections.

I have no idea what it really means, but it's definitely in the right dimension.

I had the strangest dream last night. I was hopping around a planet inhabited by gargantuan cybernetic mutant insects that were generally somewhat disoriented. One of them was more of a humanoid type with long grasshopper legs that let him do crazy long-distance kung-fu sweeps. He soon became a pal of mine and helped me nail down some of the bigger bugs that cluelessly bugged around with their mechanical telescopic extensions.

For some reason I decided to call the place Planet Zorgotron. Woke up in the morning with a big grin, racing to a meeting as I had inadvertently slept in. I can still see the creatures quite clearly if I close my eyes. Must have something to do with the ongoing Internet Industrial Revolution hype and the fact that I watched the jungle slug episode of Stargate Universe before I crashed last night; or otherwise the waiter dropped something very strange for cloves into that glass of hot whiskey I had last night to brush off the cold as I was heading home.

For those of you who were wondering what's been up with the long silence in the blog again; as you can see, it's business as usual and nothing out of the ordinary. I'm still mad as a frog, and evidently going up in the world.

Introducing Halibatsuiba

Halibatsuiba in Space Odyssey Purplosphere

Name:	Halibatsuiba
Type:	Caribou
Gender:	It
Location:	Conscious fields
Looking For:	Whatever I can get
Activities:	flip-kicking, mind melding, space snorkeling
Interests:	accidental transfiguration, cryptozoology, jinx art, oriental occultism, random concepts
Favorite Foods:	elemental cuisine, magic mushrooms, radical improvisation, raspberry roast, split bananas, 1957 ladies' space boots
Favorite Places:	dark side of the moon, light side of the moon, magnetospheres in general
About Me:	It was November 1957 when I woke up on the dark side of the moon, saw Laika swooshing by in a deep red Soviet space suit. My head really hurt a lot that morning. I have no memories of what was before — perchance that's the day I was born? If someone knows about my forgotten past, please contact A. Filipchenko of Soviet Space Ventures and have a message conveyed to professor H. L. Tsuiba. Love you, earthlings.

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