...unless you're one of those types off whose backs, like a duck's, water rolls. Today I feel infected. Not with a social disease, God forbid, which He doesn't, at all, but some kinda sinus thing that feels like a couple of Geoducks have crawled up in there to die, like a elephant's graveyard or whatnot. Feels like it's trying to squirt my eyeballs out and squish my brain against my skull, or whatever the screw-worms have left of my brain, probably just the giblets. And pushing at my ear canals so that the little hammer and stirrup things are hanging out, collecting dust and gnats and stuff, and sending gobbets of mucus down my gullet like a Shriner's Parade of slugs.

There. If that doesn't coax a shut up, Wally out of Laurelines, I don't know what will.



I would like to get a grant to study the effects of squandering grant money. I think I could bring some genuine insight to this topic. Isn't "squander" a great word? I've done more than my share of squandering over the years. I wonder if it's partly because I like that word so much. I wonder if there's a theoretical basis to this line of inquiry. Because I just realized I never liked the word "mature". It reminds me of girdles somehow. So maybe that's why I'm, after all these years, still immature. Although I do, as of last Friday, have a library card. My first withdrawal: the latest Elmore Leonard novel, DVDs of "Lost In Translation" and "Galaxy Quest", and a CD of Doc Watson and his family. "Galaxy Quest" is so underrated. Tony Shalhoub is so good in it. Sam Rockwell too. Alan Rickman too. Even Tim Allen. And I just noticed that the geek kid is the guy who plays a Mac in the Mac/PC commercials. Am I rambling? Had meetings all day. That makes me ramble. I guess you could call me a Ramblin Man. But not a Ramblin, Gamblin Man, because I don't gamble. To end the ramble with another sudden left turn into the ditch, I just read in an old New Yorker (I'm always months behind) a nice turn of phrase: somebody, referring to the possibility that the family that owns the Wall Street Journal will accept Rupert Murdoch's buyout offer, said of the family, "they don't have fuck-you money any more."



I got an email from some pharmaceutical organization today. Sounded promising until I got to the contraindications at the end.

Dedicate to your lover

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Women in world unite and organize and give a recommendation now:
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Oh yes, I have an endless supply of these little gems. I woke up at 5 this morning just overflowing with milky thoughts. And you, dear readers, are the lucky beneficiaries. Enjoy!*

*Don't you hate it when someone orders you to "Enjoy!"? I make a point of having a miserable time, just to defy them.

And before you go banging on the keys in a triumphant j'accuse, imagine there's a "(sic)" at the end of the title. Also a "stet".