i still love food what with all the fabulous pork crackling and duck confit and t-bones floating around out there but funds are a lil low as me and the mothership are working out the kinks with our business. Please do enjoy it, as it will from now on be made compulsory reading, and because it takes me a while to write.You may have noticed a lack of restaurant posts and unfortunately it seems as if my blog is dying.
I shall try to make it as humane as possible, by including particular wording structures and expressions of feelings typical to those who seem inclined to blog. I endeavour through this blog to tell you a bit about the everyday life of a Galactic Emperor. Now we have set down definitions of what I am and what you are, and that I own you and you to a certain extent are susceptible to nomenclature of my choice. My ministers are treacherous and untrustworthy - I think that is almost hendiadys, for those interested - and my wife is becoming increasingly cold and annoying. The parquet is always needing dusting, etc. I shall subjugate more petty ones to lesser posts, such as the day-to-day running of my palace and so on. Now you see what sort of thing I have to put up with. High possibility.Įither way, so today is, what, a Tuesday. I shall answer them as best I can, though I cannot promise any satisfactory conclusion except the possibility of death by lasers. I have only the best in mind for my planets, and if any of my citizens have any complaints then they are very welcome to try and, by brief procedures, be granted audience with my good self. These factions are dead now, but their voices remain annoyingly persistent in others. Certain factions claim that my all-encompassing rule is in some way a deterrent to 'democracy' and 'free speech'. However, over the years it has caused me substantial pain and anxiety. It is quite a large domain, and I am very proud of it. That is a name you should know, as it is at the top of my page. In total I rule 76 planets of the Galaxial System (I have coined this name myself, you not having an equivalent word which befits my power or slightly limited vocabulary) thus they all fit under the massive multi-planeted umbrella term known as The Galactic Confederation. If you look out that one, opening the window to bypass the frosted glass, then stretching your head far to the left and looking as far as you can to the right, you will see another star. It’s not real, it’s not realI repeat it to myself, over and over. As Ive got exhausted and lost some interest in games, I have no energy even to answer people. Then the pandemic (coronavirus) appeared in March 2020, along with a spine problem (an hernia). Why would you turn it back Do you really think I can live with this on my conscience I might be breathing, but I am dead inside. People like Blargh and others knew that I was frenetically coding, with almost no vacations since 2012.
If you then look out your other window, the one on the other side of your house, the one with the saffron curtains and frosted glass. I would have done it myself, but the power was in your hands.
If you look out your window, and stretch your head far to the right, then look as far as you can to the left, you will be able to see a star. The 'public crowd' being, by definition in accordance with Scripture 54321goh, all you who within my domain live and exert your tiny pathetic little lives. However, Commander Rawl has mentioned that perhaps I have not made my figure entirely sympathetic to the 'public crowd'. Blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blarghblargh blargh blarghīlargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh blargh
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