Thursday, March 23, 2006

I tell ya, there oughta be a law

There I was, taking the obligatory after class nap, dreaming (apparently) of the powerful position I would acquire upon graduation.

I was seated at a big wooden desk, surrounded by multiple screens of data, piles of paper and half unrolled maps.

My assistant's voice announced, "Richard Nixon on line 4,".

As I reached for the phone, my cell rang, awakening me.

Now I'll never know what the hell the rat bastard wanted.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Well Crap....

Our matching system was not able to find any matches for you right now.

My search area: The Whole World.

Pretty much says it all, doesn't it?

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

'Nuff Said

Thanks ae.


That sound those of you on the East Coast heard about an hour ago was the top of my head going thru the roof of my building.

There I was, placidly watching my weekly ration of network TV (Boston Legal, if you must know) when a commercial for Fidelity Investments came on. While the announcer smoothly made his case for entrusting my millions to them, Peter Max style Yellow Submarine-ish flowers danced across the screen as Inna Gadda Da Vida played in the background.

The whipsawing cultural dissonance rose quickly to such a roar that my head exploded with little or no effort on my part.

I mean if a stoner song as incomprehensible as IGDV is being used as cultural code for taking care of business, I guess that means the Revolution is officially over.

What's next, using Where Have All the Flowers Gone in a Hummer commercial?

It seems that I am no longer a member of what passes for the dominant culture on this planet, which now that I think about it may not be such not a bad thing.

Either that, or I slipped thru the dimensional door in my sleep again. I really hate when that happens. Just don't tell me that I'm stuck back in that bizarro version of America that elected a chimpanzee as President....