I was at the beach! Everyone had! Matching Towels!

I can't get "Walkie Talkie Man" out of my head and it's going to make me throw things.

P. and I had a nice talk yesterday about metabolizing pharmacopeia. She's not sure how much liver function she has left, but she's noticed that even stuff like Benadryl seems to take forever to get out of her system. I told her that could be genetic to some extent because I can take a codeine and be down for the count for over a day and a half. This was actually a roundabout way of telling her about the new stuff and how she shouldn't plan anything hideous like "A Walking Tour of Marietta's Civil War Era Outhouses in the Georgian Style" or any other boring historical crapola. I'll be lucky if I get any touristy crap done while I'm there; but I don't want to prevent J. from seeing his beloved WHALE SHARK.

Yeah, I don't see the attraction either. If it was a narwhal I might be excited. Narwhals even get a shout-out in Rock Lobster.

No, I am not going to Athens.

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I used to watch Medium because I like Jake Weber, and that one little girl that plays the middle daughter is so funky and I just want to buy her some pizza and wreak havoc with her. But after reading what the *dun dun DUN* real Allison DuBois is like, well, not so much. Any enemy of James Randi is not going to get my viewing time, even when channeled by an Arquette.

I wish I could go to The Amaz!ng Meeting. Randi, Hitchens, Penn & Teller all in one place? My joints would wear out from kowtowing. It's too late for me to plan another trip right now--and I'd want to go throw some money on the tables and see Wayne-friggin'-Newton. Why? Because you have to see Wayne Newton.

That reminds me, I had a dream I was on a cruise ship with Charo and it wasn't the Love Boat.

God damn I love Charo.

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VIVA LA REVOLUCION!

Yes, peoples, I am making Chemeth Guevara buttons based on the fabulous graphic that mistressxenobia made.


Who wants?



I should stick them in free with every order from the store.

Bleeding at both ends, now.

So I get out of the shower and I'm toweling my hair. I take the towel away and its streaked with blood. WTF? I've got this cut on my scalp that I don't recall getting and I was bleeding like Carrie White's opening scene.

It's right near the hairline. I wish I could post pics. Its about an inch long laceration. Did someone break into my house and put glass in my Garnier Fructis?

Weird.

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A peace-loving progressive Buddhist I've never met calls me a cuntrag.

I think I win at life. :)