The steamroller that is the real world moves on to make things flat in other parts of the country. Is it the end of the world? Has The End finally showed up to lower the curtain? What's next, an earthquake in Montana ( Read more... )

It's All Hallow's Eve. I'm psyched to do some flour-bombing in my neighborhood. It helps to discourage trick-or-treators...The kids who just happen to be High School students with no costume and nothing but bad attitude. They stole my cement skull last year. This year, they reap what they sow ( Read more... )

I feel for this guy. He's in just about as deep a hole as he can get into, and there doesn't seem to be a single White House operative jumping to help him. Ol' Libby was so connected, the courts had no alternative other than to indict this man for extreme abuse of power. Reports indicate Scooter Libby had confidential and highly classified ( Read more... )

Hey. I received my copy of The Curse of Lono today. By Hunter Thompson, it's his Hawaii adventure. It's been out of print for so long I'd given up all hope of ever owning a copy and was resigned to stealing UTA's copy ( Read more... )

I would like to spark a discussion. I don't think one argument has graced the pages of this stupid little on-line thingy. I mean, no heat at all. So ( Read more... )

So I'm getting a little more savvy with the Dell. I've downloaded a couple of plug-ins for the cd burner program, something that will allow me to slow down or speed up the tempo of songs without distorting them to unrecognizable variations. Pretty cool. I like these download thingies, and I think I might actually want to spend some money on ( Read more... )

...no one's paying attention to the things I do and say ( Read more... )

Ahh! 100 degrees. The end of September. It just couldn't get any better ( Read more... )

A poem:

Looks egg-shell thin,
Glistens like dew.
Riding on dark, nebulous shapes
caressing the vista.

Told me it was
The Lining made from
Silver.

Told me it was
a Lesson Learned.

Still looks
egg-shell thin
and the color of the film
on the inside of your mouth
the Day After.

It needs work, but I like where it's going.

Adorned with two-pronged crown, the Great Green Manalishi returns from the mists of Boognish's domain. Mists part and Elvis bows low, quivering like a bowl full of jelly before the majesty of such unholiness. Who will come forth to give sacrifice unto the Manalishi ( Read more... )