Go nastily amid the peace and tranquility, and remember what satisfaction there may be in genocide.

As far as possible, without surrender, move into other people’s space.

Lie often, and loudly; and listen to the lies of others, even the slow and incompetent — examples can be made of them later.

Seek out meek and inoffensive persons; they are annoying, but fun to kill.

Do not bother comparing yourself to others; those greater than you will eventually be eliminated, and those lesser than you are dead already.

Fart in airlocks.

Assassinate your superior as quickly as possible; your own career, however exalted, is not worth a plugged millo if one of your junior officers gets it over your dead body.

Exercise caution if one of your course changes suddenly produces a sensor ghost; for the Galaxy is full of Federation vessels.

But let this not blind you to the happier side of things; many Starship captains are swaggering, tin-plated dictators with delusions of godhood, and everywhere life is full of incompetence.

Advance yourself.

Especially do not feign meanness, neither be cynical about hate; you are not likely to run out of either.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the joys of defenestration and evisceration for more mature pleasures.

Nurture a deep-seated suspicion of small furry creatures that purr; you never can tell.

File your teeth regularly.

Discipline is important; practice holding it in between planet falls.

You are a scourge of the universe, no less than your average interstellar plague or black hole; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is going to pieces in a most laudable manner.

Therefore do your utmost to annoy the Destroyer, however you may conceive of Him, Big Bang or Entropy Death; and whatever your plans of conquest, as you wade through the morasses of peace with fire and sword, annoy your soul.

With all its truth, high resolve, and courage, the world still has its ugly spots.

Be thoughtless.

Strive to be miserable.

At last- my arm is complete again!

I finally got the cast off of my left arm this week, and got some limited use of my left hand back again.  Two months ago, I broke one my fingers, and broke it good.  Real good.  I shattered a knuckle, and it had to be held together by pins in order for it to heal straight, which meant surgery and a cast.

It’s healed up pretty well, but my fingers are not wanting to bend after being held in one position for 8 weeks, so I’ve got some rehab work ahead of me.  A few of them are already starting to make some progress, but the damaged one is really stiff.  All the zombie skin from when I had the cast on is gone now, and my hand looks pretty normal again, except for a little swelling.  August in Florida is not the best climate for wearing a cast.

My guitar work is suffering a major setback from all of this, but I have high hopes I’ll be able to play chords again in the next few months.  This experience has certainly given me a new appreciation of having two fully working hands, and how quickly you can damage yourself with an injury.