No, really...All I wanted was to order my Subway value meal#2 the Cold Cut Trio(TM) on honey-oat with salt and vinegar potato chips and pink lemonade and to be able to eat in seclusion at the corner table. It was right after work and I was beat, I sat down for some peaceful caloric intake, well till it started to happen. In the middle of the spacious dining area a college aged Indian couple seemed to be at odds. The young man was lecturing sternly in Indian to his girlfriend with wild hand gesturing and fist thumping on the sturdy Subway tables. She stared hard back at him for about ten minutes of his antics then crumpled up the remains of her sandwich, got up and left him. He seemed stunned for a bit, ate the rest of his Veggie Delite(TM), then also left. I still had a little lemonade to finish off.

Tonight's after work movie was Gamera vs Guillon. Fine science fiction fair with giant butter knife monsters, cannibal brain eating female aliens, head shaving of an advanced alien technology variety and Gamera doing high bar gymnastics and go-go dancing. Highly recommended.

You're One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!

by Ken Kesey

You're crazy. This has led people to attempt to confine you to a safe
place so that you don't pose a danger to yourself or others. You feel like you pose a
great danger to the man (or maybe the woman) or whatever else is keeping you down. But
most of the time, you just end up being observed. Were you crazy before you were
confined?


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

That vermin had better not see anything tomorrow. I'm tired of this Ice Age look.

Comics, oh yeah...Comics...
Just back from a frozen trek from the pharmacy, needed to buy some Neosporin for my deteriorating skin condition caused by this horrible cold spell. On the way back I pass the museum's Diplodocus Carnegii with is icicled in a big way and Shakespeare is covered in snow, but he's still reading. Stop for some Pho soup at the local Asian food joint and plan to snack later on the holiday gift that never goes bad, the Lynchburg masterpiece, theTipsy Cake. Super cold walk back home, ice coating just about everything, tires spinning is the thing to do on the street.

Comics, oh yeah....comics, this past week has another Top Shelf winner The Octopi and the Ocean and check out the hep retro action with Silver Comics, fun stories and nice art from Juan Ortiz.

More later, now to do bedtime dental hygiene and then some time with my newest addiction.

I've been very cold/flu sick lately, but it's good to know they're craking down on these things in Malaysia. Politicians are a fun bunch just about everywhere across the world.

I'm walking down the hill to my house, on the other side of the street there is a SUV of some type that has four small dogs that appear to poodle's of different varieties in it. The dogs catch sight of me, bark and carry on uncontrollably till I pass their field of vision, then they stop. Once in my house I walk upstairs, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, trying not to be as hard on the gums as my dentist intructed. Finished I leave the house and walk back up the hill, the dogs catch sight of me again, go completely bananas until I crest the hill and their line of site.

Geezes fuck people, don't call me at 4:30 am to tell me that they captured fucking Saddam Hussein...like my current events happy buddy did...fuck...call me at 4:30 am when they capture the Loc Ness Monster or when the Illuminati Minitizes the Eskaton or when the Ancient astronauts land in Peru...not that they found some Iraqi jackass who still thinks he is the President of that country...I'm going back to bed now....fuck people use your head...

A Good Day in Seville
Started the day with a curtains/rugs/blinds and shelving project which meant a lot of tugging/sawing and hammering. Walter was in the kitchen going to town cleaning with the old boxes of Arm and Hammer baking soda in the sink. Finished jobs but probably could have used an hour more to complete more thoroughly, but had to get to work. Before I ran out the door Elizabeth and I sang happy birthday to each other and had coffee and slightly stale chocolate Pepperidge Farm cake. Spent first third of day at the workplace, pretty busy actually then escaped to attend matinee of the opera season opener Barber of Seville. Customary Dots were unfortunately sold out and I instead settled for a box of Lemonheads. You can't miss with Rossini and the stage designer used French surrealist, Rene Magritte as an inspiration. I've forgotten how if you eat a bunch of Lemonheads in a row it seems like you're chugging Lemonade, but I guess that's what they intended. Nice performance all around, I think Flying Dutchman is next month which is good because I haven't seen it yet. I hope they get Dots back in because Lemonheads are so much more cinema fare.

Full of Confidence
More China in Space..

McDonald's is still not very good
After work adventure to Campusland to buy some Meow Mix for the cat that lives with me. Along the way I see the local McDonald's I haven't been to in probably three years or so and decide why not give it a go for the evening food event. I decide to get value meal#2 which is two cheese burgers with fries and drink. The friendly girl taking my order asks if I want to "super size" it and after a brief period of indecision I decide to live large like the rest of America. As she works on getting my meal in order she tells me that there is a bomb at the gas station down the street, I laugh and downplay her concern, bomb scares seem to happen around here every few months. As she places the full tray in front of me I notice she has the forearm tattoos of a sailor, and that the "super sized drink" is something I could take laps around, oh, the fries portion is fuckin gigantic. However the two cheese burgers are the same little size they have always been. I grab my napkins, straw and pump three small ketchup cups and find a neutral place to sit. The food is what you would expect and warm, and I have way too much Coke to drink. They are busy the whole time I am there...people love McDonald's, no doubt about it. I manage to finish the small burgers and the multitude of fries but I pitched the reservoir of Coke in the garbage. I'm good for three more years till my next visit and on the way out notice no fleet of fire trucks and police so I guess the bomb was a fake.

The Moon is Red

They have been dubbed "taikonauts" in English (pronounced locally Ty-Koo-Nawts). In Chinese, they are "yuhangyuan," or travelers of the universe.

Too heavy to lift
The Russian press denigrated her with headlines such as "Not even
bears could hold her" and discussed her ability as more suitable for pop-ballet performances than the graceful Russian tradition associated with greats such as Maya Plisetskaya and others.

While sipping on my steamed milk, I noticed the young university accountants still in shirt n' tie at this late hour working diligently on their laptops with stacks of paper every which way. Delivery pizza was on the menu as they crunched numbers to make it all work. It's very cold as I walk pass their street level office.

Diving for Serpents
"I've been told the big copper helmet could give quite a big headbutt to the monster, so it will be quite nice to make his acquaintance," he said, referring to the heavy headpiece of his diving suit.

More Apes
Orangutans , like other great apes, are close relatives to humans. Researchers have learned a lot about them in recent years.

Eighteen-year-old Courtney Roberson worked at the zoo and was taking 2-year-old Nia Scott, her friend's little sister, for an outing when
Little Joe escaped, according to family members.

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Lost and Found

The creature looks like a brownish woolly badger with a long, pink-tipped snout and can measure up to about 19 inches, according to Prensa Latina's Monday dispatch.

The British hanged the next morning, Sept. 22, 1776, at an artillery park near Dove Tavern. Historians place it near what is now 66th Street and Third Avenue in Manhattan.


It was there Hale is reputed to have uttered his famous line: "I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country" — likely a paraphrase of a line from a popular play by British writer Joseph Addison.

Despite Hale's failure as a spy, a life-size statue of him inscribed with his famous last words occupies a place of honor at the CIA's headquarters in McLean, Va.