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Trap Philosophy

Yesterday, someone broke into my dad’s place, but whoever it was didn’t steal anything, thanks to the booby traps. Cleaning up the mess must have made him contemplative, because he sent the following:

Booby traps are interesting. They have no conscience, they work around the clock for free, they don’t take breaks or leave for an hour for lunch and they are very dedicated to doing what their job is. The trick is to make them look like they actually belong there so they are not obvious. It’s also fun to make one thing distract the person from seeing the actual threat, and then when they are reacting to the first threat, they fall prey to the second. It’s always fun to try to re-enact the scene afterwards to try to figure out what happened to the “victim.” I can almost hear them, drugged up or not, screaming from surprise. Stuff like that ought to make the newspapers, but then there would be no element of surprise afterwards would there.

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The Recession Strikes

Meltdown

What’s happenin’ black!

Skeletal

Lightening

Amazing Sentence

Life-Cycles

In Memory

Pat Robertson

Awful

Yesterday morning SS, a former vice president of a local bank, apparently murdered his wife and four children then committed suicide by driving his minivan into a sign on I-80.

Women are Stupid

People get paid for writing some crazy shit, man.

Impact Quiz

A Contest

Yawn

Surge

Surge, when used in reference to the Surge^TM^, has very little correspondence to the general definition of the word, surge.

The Ship of State

I’m Moby Dick, and we’ve got three or four members of Congress who are trying to cast themselves in the part of Captain Ahab—so, they’re going to keep coming.
Karl Rove

Bridge

The American Society for Civil Engineers rates 160,570, or 27% of US bridges, including a third of all urban bridges, as structurally deficient or functionally obsolete.

England’s Drowning

Homer

“Pagans have promised to conjure some “rain magicto erase a figure of Homer Simpson which has been painted next to the Cerne Abbas giant in Dorset.

Pretty!

Drudgery

Checking bibliographies sucks.

On the other hand…

word of the day—allobrogical

Ice

Ice today, snow tomorrow; I hope this is the last big storm of the winter.

My supper was better than yours.

It would appear that Tom Cruise has been named scientology’s messiah.

I know you’ve always wanted to know how to apply 2 Samuel 6:1ff. to the eucharist.

Fun with Carcasses

Sarina Brewer does some wicked fantasy taxidermy.

(If your kids are around—even though I did leave out the more gruesome images—you probably shouldn’t click through.)

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“I'm beginning to wonder, do you have sex?”

As if it didn’t echo in my ears every night just before I drift off to sleep, the E-mail I got from mom today was, to say the least, incredible:

I told your Grandmother that J— and I were making plans to live together soon… she did the “I hope you plan to get married” routine and then remarked that since “Greg hasn’t given you any grandchildren, you are getting him a baby sister for Christmas.” Could be true…

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Owls, and a cat courtesy of Margaret Atwood.

Sometimes it’s necessary just to quote Dylan.

Our Future

A selection of portraits on display in Los Angeles.

House attacked by tornado

All OK, cats included. Checked into hotel for tonight. Calling family now. Will update later. Final update posted.

there are some crazy ideas out there!

Night Risings

Last night I had nose hair, which creeps down the nose like ivy creeps up a wall, peeking around the corners of my nostrils, so I determined to do something about it.

To Dream the Impossible Dream

In which my readers flee to the mountians like the galley slaves freed by Don Quijote.

We begin with mountains

In which we begin our tour of nineteenth-century American landscape painting.

Son of Octopus of Mayhem

On Frey and a killer octopus.

Octopus of Mayhem

I am certain you have spent much of today thinking wistfully of the days when, not so long ago, we indeed were an octopus of mayhem.

40 acres, no mule

Kilauea. Lava. Ocean. Steam. Cool. Heh heh. Shut up, Beavis! This is important!