Life is a new adventure every day. Tomorrow morning, I will be waking up at at the crack of dark to depart on an epic journey. My destination: The much talked about, but never before seen (by me) town of Longview, Washington. While there, I will participate in a ceremony of union for a very special couple. Must-see tv at its finest. (But somehow, I strongly doubt that Jaeger will be pulling a Xander.)

Would that the Lounge code had polling functionality, I would write a poll question for readers: Did the events described in this rambling actually happen, or is Bitscape doing one hell of a bullshit mindfuck on the readership today? I myself would actually be curious to see the results of such a hypothetical poll.

WARNING: The events described herein are far and away more sexually explicit than any of the typical fare around here. This rambling will unquestionably bear a rating of NC-17. Yeah, I _could_ gloss over the more graphic parts, which would probably make some people more comfortable (or slightly less uncomfortable, as the case may be), but that would be "compromising my artistic integrity", so to speak.

Furthermore, people who know me .. well... they probably will not believe this. It's just too out of character. If it did happen to be true, I could easily foresee some people not wanting to associate with me anymore after learning of this.

That's fine. Go back home, wake up in your bed, and believe whatever you want to believe. Or take the red pill. But which pill did I take? Red or blue? I'm still not sure. Anyway, enough of this foreplay. Let's get on with the story.

And now, I again sit down at the end of the day on a Friday, and write a rambling. Yes indeed, my postings seem to have been getting less and less frequent lately. Such is the way of the muse. Sometimes, it comes; sometimes, it goes. I can't even say with any certainty that I have the muse with me right now. But going more than a week without posting a rambling is just... too much.

^W^W^W In a state of higher awareness. Truly. Not stoned. Not at all. (But of course, now nobody is going to believe me.)

The question, perhaps, has only been asked once, but the mystery will surely haunt this nation forever. Who is scottgalvin.com?

Woah. Mild disorientation in the waking world follows. But I now quite certain I am awake.

Tonight, we did some location and soundstage shooting for what has been my third day of principal photography on The Worst Scifi Prequel Ever. Insanely absurd as ever.

Jaeger also officially christened Yoda, his latest vehicle by pouring Mountain Dew over the hood. Much documentary footage was shot.

Well well well. Life is nothing, if not interesting.

I just arrived back at the Castle Lair from what may or may not be described as an impromptu pseudo-date. Yep, same girl I ventured into the edges of the mountains with last week. Although, based on tonight's discussions, I would not currently classify our relationship as being of a romantic nature. Well, actually I'm not sure how I would classify it. I guess would consider her a friend at this point.

The past two days were vacation. Yay!

I want to do a little writing before bed tonight, I think. What am I going to write? Not sure. Possibilities are plenty. But then again, even when that is the case, sometimes the mind can go blank.

Ben Affleck plays a CIA agent when the world is on the brink of international disaster. A potential third World War, triggered by the devious intents of those who wants to take advantage of the paranoia of the super powers.