Unicorns, sombreros and late night conversations

It is because of a good friend of mine that i come to you to tell you tales of unicorns and such wonderful things.  What happened to the narwhal to make him look at a horse as a viable mate... IT MAKES LESS SENSE THAN DREAMWORKS BEATING A SERIES THAT WAS, AT BEST, OK LIKE A DECEASED EQUESTRIAN!!  Well and thus the mystical unicorn was created.  And once more I love my little pony: Friendship is magic, however all of their unicorns suck.  I am more of a pinkie-pie man myself, but I digress!  Oh I almost forgot.  Sombreros.  Goodwhenever you read this my fellow interneteers.  Now enjoy this picture.

Lovecraft, bedtimes, and the talking heads.

You know that time of night/morning where you get the most amazing ideas ever.  Well as I type I am thinking of how amazing H.P. Lovecraft and Nikola Tesla would be at killing monsters together.  Then i realized that normal people do not think of things like that.  Then i said to myself, "normal people do not know who H.P. Lovecraft or Nikola Tesla are." then i told myself "This is not my beautiful house." then i told myself this is not my beautiful wife."  Yeah... that just turned into a talking heads song.  I must thank my father for driving that into my skull as a child.  Well whatever and good morning i am being told to go to bed.  Have a wonderful something or other now good bye.