Ghost in the Shell

So we got into bed a little before 1am last night after the Superbomb. At exactly 12:40am, my computer turned on. If it was the first time, I'd just think the cats wanted to look at porn or possibly post some more propaganda about what God does when you masturbate (their always trying to get me to stop so I can twirl some string for them). However, this is the third time it's happened. Third time in almost a year, so I'm not too worried, but I prolly should look into it.

Moving on, I spent most of the big game entertaining a duo of twin rugrats. If it was a boy and girl, they'da been Zan and the poor kid that can turn into a footstool. But they weren't. Was a good time, but I had to sacrifice so others could catch the view. *shrug* No big, I had fun. I think their names were Jake and um.....The Snake I think....regardless, it started with a 'T'. Maybe it didn't.

The worst kid name I came across yesterday was from Flash. I had to drop off my uniform from six months ago (you know, red leotard with the yellow lightning bolt, meant to withstand high speeds). The assistant manager at the photo studio's ready to drop, and that poor kid is gonna be named Tavan. That's only two letters removed from Tarzan. Or worst, tarpan. Hell, I'm gonna make a D&D character named Tavan Tarpanio Flashatte just for that poor boy.