(Rules Of The Road Violation H923-4439L, Statutes 26B-J, Pending)

I did that to Kevin once. I ended up with like 3 checkmarks that day, Brokenback Mountains amongst them, if I'm not mistaken. (The Old Fray, obviously.)

Anyways, I haven't seen the plastic bag of veggie rejects at the Winn-Dixie since the morning I called corporate. Are they hiding it? Have they changed procedures? Did trying to scan brussels sprout peelings at the self-checkout hit just a little too close to home?

I don't know. But what I do know is that throwing away rich organic material, sustainable, solar farming energy is a near-perfect metaphor for what we've become at our core (and have been for some time), namely, those creepy, long-tailed aliens-with-bad-attitudes from Independence Day, but less attractive. What a strange little rock we live on.

Speaking of "What a...", what a peculiar collection of queer exiles The New Fray is. I haven't been this scared (scarred?) since CBS renewed The Big Bang Theory and moved it a half-hour back. That's nuts!!!

Still, you have an open invitation to watch my Surprise 40th Birthday Party Video with me sooner rather than later, in and around the greater Titonka, Iowa Metropolitan Area, if I can swing the land purchase. (Built 1922, tiny farm, 12 acres: 4 homestead/outbuildings, 8 tillable, roughly. Spitting distance from where mom and dad grew up. Karma?)

I bought a bunch of movies last week that arrived Tuesday. Comfort films like Sense And Sensibility, Mr. Saturday Night, The American President, Emma, Ratatouille, The Phantom Menace. I even watched part of one last night.

Oh well. It's just that it's been awhile and I thought I'd say, "Hey!" (to bacon as well {hockey being, still, quite gay})[.]

I see Barry, also metaphorically, as Neo, in that chair, plugged in, learning Kung Fu (and, let's not forget, "drunken boxing"), at a remarkably swift pace at that.

Best to you and yours.

You're Billy Bob Thornton in A Simple Plan - but in a good way.

god? is that you?

we whupped 'em Josie, we whupped 'em again.

good work with the period, you mess that up and I'm gonna whomp you with a knotted plow line.

also, save me a tomato.

The reason they will not let you have the rotten vegetables for your compost is the possibility that you might eat the stuff and get sick or die. They would incur liability in that event.

Jack

Dropping by for a little fix. Still alive and glad to see you are also.

Why, you've left everyone speechless!

to everybody.

rundeep:

Since topazz would not talk about you, I finally broke down and wrote. Good to see you. Hope all is well. :)

thanks Bill. All is well, hope you are too.

Don't be a stranger.

rundeep:

Thank you and I am happy for that . .

me, I have my groceries delivered. well, take a look ...

apropos of nothing, but: <link>

I'll admit it: I've been worried about you. It's a relief to see you. Hope you are well.

Still crushed about Andy. That may very well have been the match of his life. That could be it for him. He played nearly flawlessly, broke Roger (nobody and I mean nobody breaks Roger) and he still lost. Looking forward to The Open.

I'm mildly excited, and panicked-ly terrified, about a possibility. It just might be that I need to be terrified in order to heal.

I think I need to watch Into The Wild a few more times (Sorry, Fritz!). And White Fang.

Anyways, chin up, and all that, &c. (Both of us?)

I've been thinking about all y'all of you a lot lately, probably more than I should. But, bottom line, end of day, All Things Considered, all y'all are worth it, dammit.

Oh, and seasquirt: It's not like I said The Jackson 5's "I Want You Back" invented funk, or even perfected it. Just that they popularized it. I.e., they made it OK for non-negroes to do The White Man's Overbite to it.

That was really close to doing the "You know what". I saw a web photo illustration the other day, but can't find a link back to it for you. Surely you know what I am talking about.

Back to the subject - I can see she is naked, but how does one know she is a nymph?

Looks like a naked girl on a bike to me. Nothing wrong with that, either, except in Alabama, where (as I recall) one must wear pasties to cycle around on a two wheeler.

:O)