All the condoms have expired.

Shrinkie the Bear says:
Quit imbuing everything with meaning.

I had become a little obsessed with figuring out what a certain piece of cheesy yet oddly compelling music was. I first heard it when I was watching part of the bad John F. Kennedy Jr. story TV movie. Then, it was used in a PBS promo.I tried describing it to people, but no one could tell me what it was and I couldn't find any clues on the web. Last night it played at the end of the "Bourne Supremacy" and it turns out it's called "Extreme Ways" by Moby. What a relief.

One day the coat of Princess Meow-Meow is going to make a fine pair of mittens, especially if she keeps tearing up the carpet like she's been doing.

Here's a couple of ideas:

1)Hook all the fitness equipment in gyms across America up to power generators and let exercisers add to the power grid.

2)Scratch n' sniff Advent calendars.

I need to learn the die cutting business.

Metastasis

You know when they were testing the atom bomb in New Mexico in the 1950's and the movie crew from The Conqueror was filming nearby
They didn't realize there were all these neutron particles released in the explosions
that got into people's bodies and just hammered away
on their bones and tissues for decades, so the cells mutated and spread
The entire cast eventually died of cancer including John Wayne.
I'm one of those particles. Hammering away. It's a long half life, baby.

Shrinkie the Bear says,

Don't be trippin'.

Shrinkie the Bear says:
 
May I recommend the sand dabs?

Student Creed


To build true confidence through knowledge in the mind, honesty in the heart, and strength in the body.

To keep friendship with one another, and to build a strong and happy community.

Never fight to achieve selfish ends, but to develop Might for Right.

Grandmaster Jhoon Rhee

My most newly coined suggestion:

Ogle globally. Scam locally.

Bumper sticker spotted yesterday:

Bush in '04
Draft in '05

Went with Pops and JC on a road trip the other week to Monterey, Santa Rosa, and San Francisco. At the Golden Dragon restaurant in San Francisco, all our fortune cookies told us "You will elect a new U.S. President 2004." I think there is a little power of suggestion going on with these cookies.

I spotted Garrison Keillor heading into the Peanuts museum as we were heading out. Charles Schultz was a Minnesota native too. Hmmm.

JC strong-armed me into playing Marco Polo with him. I had never played that game before. It's kind of stressful. When we first started, in my zeal to escape, I slipped through the railing of the stairs leading into the pool and in essence caused my nephew to bump into the stairs and and hit his head on the railing. Why am I such an asshole?