Say, say, my playmate
Won’t you lay your hands on me
Mirror my malady
Transfer my tragedy

Got a curse I cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
When the moon is round and full
Gonna bust that box, gonna gut that fish

We could jet a stolen car
Bet we wouldn’t get too far
‘Fore the transformation takes
And the bloodlust takes
And the crave gets slaked

My mind has changed
My body’s frame,
But god I like it.

My heart’s aflame,
My body’s strained,
But god I like it.

My mind has changed
My body’s frame,
But god I like it.

My heart’s aflame,
My body’s strained,
But god I like it.

Charge me your daily rate
I’ll turn you out in kind
When the moon is round and full
Gonna teach you tricks that’ll blow your mind

Baby doll, I recognize
Your hideous thing inside
If ever there were a lucky kind
It’s you, you, you.

I know it’s strange,
Another way,
To get to know you.
You’ll never know,
Unless we go,
So let me show you.

I know it’s strange,
Another way,
To get to know you.
We’ve got to move,
Here comes the moon,
So let me show you.

Show you.

Dream me, oh dreamer,
Down to your core.
Open my hands,
And let them weave onto yours.

Feel me, completer,
Down to my core.
Open my heart,
And let it bleed onto yours.

Feedin’ on fever
Down on all fours
Show you what all that howlin’s for.

Hey! Hey! My baby,
Let me lay waste to thee.
Burn down their hangin’ trees.

[Hah-here-hah-here-hah-here-hah-here]

Gotta curse we cannot lift
Shines when the sunset shifts
There’s a curse, comes with a kiss
The bite that binds
The gift that gives

Now that we’re gone for good
Writhing under your riding hood
Tell your grandma, mama too,
It’s true, true, true.

My mind has changed
My body’s frame,
But god I like it.

My heart’s aflame,
My body’s strained,
But god I like it.

My mind has changed
My body’s frame,
But god I like it.

My heart’s aflame,
My body’s strained,
But god I like it.

Exile — it takes your mind… again.
Exile — it takes your mind… again.

You got sucker’s luck.
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?

Exile — it takes your mind… again.
Exile — it takes your mind… again.

Oh, you meant so much…
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Now you’re thinkin’ too fast you’re like marbles on glass.

Vilify. Don’t even try.
Vilify. Don’t even try.

You got sucker’s luck.
Have you given up?
Does it feel like a trial?
Does it trouble your mind the way you trouble mine?
Does it feel like a trial?
Did you fall far for the same emptinesses again?

Vilify. Don’t even try.
Vilify. Don’t even try.
Vilify. Don’t even try.
Vilify. Don’t even try.

Vilify.

I’m coming back as an astronaut in the distant future.  Definitely male this time for the sake of diversity, maybe Japanese or Russian or Lunarian.  I’ll grow a kick-ass beard, smoke a pipe, and have a well-defined taste for off-planet beer. 

Today I used the phrase, “by Jimbo!” Okay, no, today after a beer or two, my friends convinced me to put on a big, fuzzy mustache and to go shopping in it. I was also supposed to keep a straight face, but that just isn’t physically possible for me.

In addition to the mustache, we played the Weird-Out-the-Cashier-at-CVS game. All you have to do is find three things within the drug store that are innocuous by themselves, but when purchased together creeps out the cashier.  Some good examples:

• Nylon rope, Reeses Pieces, and an enema
• Pacifier, baby rattle, adult diapers
• Fruit punch drink mix, disposable cups, rat poison.

We bought astroglide, electrical tape, and a toy hamster. Honestly, I don’t think the clerk even noticed because I was wearing a mustache.

I told a friend of mine about my project and he had the great idea of wandering around with pirate hats & eye patches, specifically to the pirate exhibit at the museum. I ended up chickening out and didn’t even wear an eye patch, nor could I unfold my precious little comfort zone enough to pose for a picture in the stocks. 

The other plan was to sneak a bunch of beer into a movie theater and to get drunk, something neither of us had done before but could only result in fun.  However, that was put on hold for another day due to a spontaneous bonfire at another friend’s house.  One of my supervisors showed up, and despite thinking it’d be safest to leave early, I decided to stick around and see what would happen.

It turns out my supervisor is a lot of fun after 20+ beers.  I’m glad we stuck around because it probably improved my relationship with everybody present.  +30 social points!  Social skill has reached lvl 25!

That counts, right?  Drinking with your boss? 

The Book, as it shall now be called, said I should do one of the following, but I’m going to do them all.

• Increase your typing speed by three words a minute.  (Up an additional 15.)
• Set all your clocks to exactly the right time. 
• Hold the phone up to your other ear.
• Bookmark a new website.
• Give your genitalia pet names. (Señorita LadyBits)
• Decide which one of your toes is the prettiest. (Middle toe, left foot.  I think the only one I haven’t broken.)
• Go on a one-minute hunger strike. (I did 600 of these today.)

I also wore black ninja shoes while running errands.  Geek achievement unlocked!

Today I embark upon a quest to save my autobiography — the first 12 years were depressing, the next 10 anticlimactic, and the last 5 exciting, but not worth reading.  I’m going to need book sales to afford my cyberbody, so it’s time to get cracking!

I’m going to do something new every single day for the next 365 days, and if I can keep coming up with ideas, I’ll keep going.

Thanks to the Internets, I have some sources of inspiration (/r/somethingnew , This Book Will Change Your Life).  I’m going to do my best to write about my daily activity, but expect delays and potentially strip searches.