Speaking of Mercury in aspect to Saturn, the soldier has been doing mindless work all week which he usually doesn’t do and he is going absolutely insane. Someone quit and he is covering from them… apparently it leaves him 3 minutes bits of time, sort of like and assembly line which is not long enough to do a calculation. “A piece of math” this is. Apparently a piece of math takes more like 5 or 6 minutes so he’s wholly screwed because it’s a 10 hour day and he desperately needs something to think about.

The first day he made a list of every movie in the world he would like to see. I have the sheet here, dozens of movie titles on one sheet of paper in his neat script.

Yesterday he brainstormed how he might disrupt the Democratic Convention and get all the national media attention on himself as opposed to the other morons protesting. He did come up with a plan around this, it involved saving the extremophiles (of which he is one).. this is to be his cause. He also plans to fry Turkey legs not just in trans fat but in Trans Am fat!

He went as far as to design a logo for the t-shirts he is going to sell and has his speech all ready ’bout how he wants to speed up global warming so the creatures who like it hot can have it that way, while simultaneously cooling the planet so bugs who like it cold can have it cold. He wants the administration to get on this right away and he wants you, the taxpayer to pay for it.

“These poor bugs,” he lamented in the bathtub last night. “Yeah, I want to take the money for this right out of the taxpayer’s ass the same way I got this idea out of my ass,” he explained. “What do you think, P? Think we can get some of these extremophiles taken care of for a change? I’ve had enough of people looking the other way. It’s as if they don’t care about extremophiles at all…”

Is your mind a job?