staring down the barrel of a .45

Trying to save the Titanic by bailing buckets of water. Thats what its like. Its like when you're little, building sandcastles. The water comes in and tears down a wall, so you try and build it up again. Then, while you're building that wall back up, the water comes for another wall. You can't keep up, the walls are coming down. Its like being a government official in Rome around 420.

Or like in Age of Empires, when you set the difficulty to hard. By the time you have your town built and are barely nudging your society into the middle ages, the computer is building cannons and blasting your sorry medieval ass back to the stone age.

In other news: I think I'm going to come to Albia tonight. Where is everyone gonna be? I'm planning on making an appearance at the Swing Show and possibly any post-swing action that happens to be going on. I'm guessing Molly and a few of the girls will be around, so maybe Four Corners later tonight? Any takers?