I'm drinking a big mug of re-caffeinated coffee-mocha, with a dash of nutmeg, curry, and cajun pepper. And my Hello Kitty boots are a brilliant lime-green. It's a pretty damn good drink, despite not having any stevia, since I didn't want to open my, "fridge", because IT'S LIKE 90 DEGREES IN HERE... I am reaching for my Farm&Fleet Catalogue - maybe I can order some nuts and raw-hides before the sale ends. According to ye Olde Farmer's Almanack, first created in 1812 by Billy Joel, it's going to be a long, cold, snowy winter - especially in the Nether Regions - with an 80% chance of body ash and pulverised concrete. When the current WARMING clears, I should like to tape up my stairs and vents, in preparation... for, although I live without AC or HEAT, at least this might muffle the sounds of the people slowly going hungry below. That's something to dream about, as I clutch my favourite gas-mask. No body parts were removed in the making of this movie.
oh - PS - I forgot to add, RE: me supposedly wanting, "to save the world." No, I think everyone here is pretty aware of the fact that I think our living planet is headed for hell-in-a-handbasket. I choose to push a head nevertheless. That is the paranormal secret of WILL. (btw - "Hi, Will!!"). That is what makes me an Existential Transcendentalist. Or a Transcendental Existentialist. I forget which. It basically means: Drinking hot coffee-mocha despite inevitable heat-death. What was that famous line, from, "Dog Day Afternoon"?...
