Sunday, August 31, 2008

Happy Birthday Nihilist.

Impressionable New Age Bear!

Bunuelo! I'm camping in Guatemala. Last night Miguel and Miguel showed me how to make juice out of sugar cane. After awhile it gets really strong! M & M pretty much drank it all.. I hope they wake up soon, 'cause I want to learn how to use landmines to make guacamole. Adidas!

Friday, August 29, 2008

Republicans define "Experience" :

OK. No nonsense with this post, because it's just too wacky already. According to Republican chatterboxes, Barrack Obama has no experience and isn't ready to be President. But hold on! If you are the Republican Vice-Presidential candidate, this is all you need: "As the head of Alaska's National Guard and as the mother of a soldier herself, Gov. Palin understands what it takes to lead our nation..." Wow.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

We know how to behave - we've had lessons!

[During a press conference]
Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.
Reporter: Has success changed your life?
George: Yes.
Reporter: Do you often see your father?
Paul: No, actually we're just close friends.
Reporter: What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?
George: Arthur.
Reporter: Are you a mod, or a rocker?
Ringo: Um, no. I'm a mocker.

John: We know how to behave - we've had lessons!

Happy 40th Anniversary Apple Records.

Impressionable New Age Bear!

HI! I'm here in Guatemala on vacation! These are my new friends, Miguel and Miguel. They had to take me hostage and stuff, 'cause they're Rebels! Did you know Guatemala means "Land of Forests"? I'm going to teach M & M how to use numerology to help them hunt tamales, and they promised to teach me Spanish. Tomorrow we're going to search for landmines!

Monday, August 25, 2008

The Old Poets Corner, Ashover, Derbyshire.

This place makes me think of poetry and beer. One and the same they are in here. Is there a corner inside for a poet to hide, to pen his best and toss the rest in the fire? Or perhaps a round table where Tennyson sat, demanding to know where his venison's at? Or Chaucer, looking about for a tail, alone with his glass and decanter? And the barmaid Audrey, tart & tawdry, hoping for some wit & banter? It doesn't matter. I'd go just for the idyll.