Wasteland

I most closely resemble Oswalt's clever convention "Spaceship". I habitually avoid aspects of the world that I don't have to be involved in - e.g. I don't like parties - and I have found a career in computers. Although I received A's and B's in college (Institute of Technology, actually), I would likely get an F in Reading Body Language 101. Or so I gather, I can't seem to tell. However, lately, my pupils cannot seem to move from side-to-side without heading north, as I passively observe these humans around me. Why is it humans do anything, anyway? Finally, Wasteland. We could all use a newly level playing field in which to maneuver. The world, I feel, has become to complex. We need a break. Yes, I'm afraid there is a flesh-eating zombie at the controls, zooming through Outer Space, looking for that one, simple planet to call home. Good thing no one else will be there with me.

Jon