Problems can happen when we’re not prepared for the unexpected….like a kitchen that may seem safe in all the technology available to us with each passing day, but then we never think much beyond the hidden danger of a draw full of knives, that cupboard looming over you with all the nick-knacks ready to plummet onto your unsuspecting head or the clear danger of Techno Demon Ninja Kittens crafted on the fifth floor of hell trained in the art combat-cuteness (they’re one foot tall and look a bit like Cat-face, weirdly) and all forms of fighting that extends to the far reaches of fiction (FALCO-PUNCHHHH!) who knew!?

Techno Demon Ninja Kittens would take over the world in a fiery death of millions from the intense demonic cuteness from each one infesting a million strong army would omit. So they’re like zombies except they’re like terminators only wielding throwing stars of pure lightening, a katana made of fire, moves that are like water and body stronger then a mountain. We’re fucked if anyone started to attempt a breeding programme with the sole aim of bringing about the birth of pure awesomeness in the form of killing army of Techno Demon Ninja Kittens….I wouldn’t mind if that was how I died. Brought down by an army of Demonic Ninja Kittens……cool.

How do I ramp up the unhinged craziness of this whole “I’d be content if I were to be killed this way”? Flip a coin? Ask someone? Leave it hear for someone to think more of this topic? Or let the Techno Demon Ninja Kitten decide on the day they bring the earth into the fiery pits of utter and undeniable hell on Earth chaos?

Leave it here before it happens.

Thought of the Day: August 14th:

Rewrite a chapter here to add a little here and there. What else do you want from here but a few odd rambled thoughts?  The Dark Tower: Volume 3 is becoming an interesting read along with everything else I’ve managed to read in the last three weeks.