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Been nice knowin' ya

Two things have made me realize that I'm doomed in the Charlie Brown voice from the 60's sense. Taken separately each means little but together they spell DEAD with a capital "You're fucked."

I frequently dream about Florida beaches and the Gulf coast. I grew up near there so no big surprise, right? Well, last night I dreamt I was walking along a dirt road amongst the sand dunes. The ocean was just on the other side of the dunes. I was walking with someone. I don't know who it was but if it was god then somebody ought to kick his racist ass! Anyway, we're walking along this dirt road when suddenly I realize we've walked into Hell! The only thing that was different was that now there were demons walking along with us on the road. I remember giving a wide berth to an ugly green bastard wearing overalls. Eventually we walked back out of Hell again. So if you ever find yourself near the ocean on the Florida panhandle remember that there's a gateway to Hell there.

This afternoon I stopped in the mall to have some Chinese food. I cracked open my fortune cookie after eating and THERE WAS NO FORTUNE IN IT!!!

So I'm definitely dead.

Meantime, while I'm waiting for my grisly end I picked up the new book, America: A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, by The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. It's designed like a text book including the stamp on the inside front cover where you had to write your name after you were issued the text book for class. The book has a forward by Thomas Jefferson in which he asks someone to put in a good word for him with Halle Barre because, "Oh how I loves the mochachina." I can't wait to read this.
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