29 December, 2004
did your mother mate with the matterhorn?

someone asked me how i was feeling, a while ago.
my reply: "like a dog turd on Mercury... hot on one side, cold on the other."

funny... in the rare occurrence that germs get the better of me, it's like i turn into HillbillyBear, and just as eloquent.

resistance was futile... though i managed to get past the holidays without a sniffle. payback, however, is a bitch. join the crowd.

i spent a few minutes reading the news and some journals when i first arrived here at work. everywhere, stories of the southeastAsianTsunami. ironically, i'd searched online on the subject a week or two ago, and found an old black-and-white photo from somewhere in the region, decades previous... in it, the grey edge of impending doom was on a parallel with distant palms.
this phenomenon is on my list of the things that i find awesome (that damned word) and horrifying at the same time: to this list, i add tornados, hurricanes, earthquakes, volcanos and whirlpools (Maelstrom, Straits of Sicily). the big equalizers. forces so immense that the brain can't synthesize the scope. just the ruin.
i wish i had back every dollar i sent to the DNC got for the misbegotten election, to send along for relief efforts. i also wish that every dollar that's going to be wasted on the misbegotten inauguration, kissing constituent ass, was going to the same place.
champagne, overstuffed individual candy centerpieces, eveningwear.
kee-ryst.
expect the former rather than the latter.
oh... the caption at the head. a barely-noticed insult from the silent film "Hell_W10" from the EssentialClashDVD.
damn, if you're going to call someone a moron, at least make it simple.

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