PROJECT CODENAME: "Timorous"

Phobos and Deimos...

...surveyed, prepared for exploitation...

...And used to make habitats...

...Solar power generated, ores refined...

...And this could be done for decades, centuries, in gravity lower than that of Mars....

Meanwhile, on the surface of Mars:

Minimal facilities: habitation, refinery, spaceport - many more heavy metals on surface of Mars...?

Whatever in the regolith that makes terraforming problematic is still exploitable and desirable, but maybe Mars is for the birds, and any interplanetary colony ought to focus on taking advantage of Phobos and Deimos...

I WUZ ROBBED, MISTAH TRUMP! DAMN OBAMACARE!

Argh! Why am I up at all hours of the night? I have too much cleaning to do, house AND el carro...

"THEY'RE COMING TO GET YOU, BARBARA..." "BRAAAAINS!": So tomorrow is psychiatry with Dr. Dan -- rejiggering the regimen, as it were: antipsychotics, antidepressants... And I will talk about my continued methylamphetamine ingestion (Desoxyn? Why yes, I have ultimatums prepared for when at first I hastily and with hostility infer any hesitance to write a scrip) and pot use, as well as what we need to do to get me on Chantix so that the tobacco is a-goner. Two weeks ago, those fuckers fucking with the AT&T network and my phone, pretending to be calling from Havlir's, cost us a lot of money and continue to keep the stress at home too high, but the upside is that UCSF PHP fit me in for virtually all but a blood draw, and neurology came up as a big issue (true to her heroic, "I'm frequently in Africa" nature, my primary care physician did a rough, head-to-toe, field neurolgical assessment -- never mind about faking out that right ear -- DIANE!!! LOL -- So I'm sure Dr. Dan and I will discuss that as well... Who knows? Maybe I will yet end up at UCSF Mt. Zion (and then on to Stanford, no doubt -- GO BEARS! BERKELEY RULES!) Doc H. talks big about a CAT scan (there will always be that part of her that wishes to put my camel to bed without its dinner), but who likes magnetic resonance imaging better than a patient who's previously been snookered as to the results of one done three years prior?

And no, I wouldn't mind at all if @MissMayim consulted on my case -- I am nothing if not a devotee of the sciences... I'd just have a real, really difficult-for-once issue if I ever saw Thierry Mugler or Patch Adams (or Robin Williams in a Walgreen's red nose, for that matter) show up at my bedside -- the latter scenarios horrify for the obvious reasons...

Ooh, Ooh, Imagine These From....

....Fractureme.com on YOUR DENTIST'S WALL or sprung upon an upwardly mobile primary care physician who's new digs are NOTHING YET TO THE WILD HAIR UP -- YOU BET -- THIS DREAM STAGER'S ASS:

I mean it. There's so much wrong with these (no, these aren't even the pre-tweaked jpegs an android tablet laughs at you with because you WILL NEVER KNOW HAXXXOR, l4m3! But all I have to do is have too little that's wrong going on, slip out the kitchen door on a whim, and use the fucking $60 dollar lie of a digital camera (Amazon Kindle -- FIRE! KAJI! FUEGO! OH NO! TOO HOT!

Anyway, I guess this is my passive aggressive post that tells the "WORLD" (sarcastic eyeroll or such) I'm 40 years old and whining about the fact that my brass in pocket amounts to $1,200 per month -- AND THAT'S JUST MY TOO MUCH BUTTERCREAM FROSTING GUBMINT CHECK. Brain-dead gay witch, they'll call me when my real physical beauty is stripped criminally by someone who might still one day work up the nerve to act scary cute! EVIL INDIAN! WHY WERE YOU HIDING IN YOUR APARTMENT FROM ME WHEN I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME IN THE DAY TO BREAK EVERY ONE OF THE BONES IN YOUR DELIGHTFUL, HATEFUL, MAGICAL NATIVE AMERICAN BODY! Giggles to Haros (not...)

Okay, I better have more than back issues. Let's just say, I'm perfectly superfluous in such splendid, lifelike ways!

Lo, though I malinger unsubtle and crass in the uncanny valley in humdrum reality, I am that bad for you....