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5.4.2k4

Ya ever get that fokt-up feeling when ya get somewhere and realization slaps you across the face because you can't remember a single step of getting to where you are? You got in yr car and drove across town or bridges or through tunnels or past bakerys, zoos or prisons and you don't remember stoping for lights, taking rights or dodging potholes? The fuckwit that cut you off didn't even register? Has something to do with the "primitive mind" or some such egghead nonsense. I read an article that said that if the brain HAD to deal with all the mundane details of a "drive to work" or something it would overload. Mebbe there's something to that theory. It is quite a kick in the pants.

I mention this cuz the other day I called up my cat Fatty's vet and arranged for a prescription refill for his hyperthyroid medicine. The nice lady who's filled the scrip before said, "gimme ten minutes." I gave her overnight. Morning I wheeled over and zapped my debit card through and whambam took the little scrip bottle, threw it in my pocket and fucked off to work. Later that night came time to pill the cat I got the bottle out of my pocket and opened it. Ummm ... Empty. WTF? I checked the label and it was the right date. I inspected the inside of the bottle and where there's usually residue of some sort, this one looked straight outta the box.

I felt somewhat like a bonehead. How could I walk off w/ an empty bottle? Easy, I decided: The bottle don't weigh nothing full, so full or empty one can't tell the difference in such a quick snag-and-deposit-in-pocket motion. Second, they usually pack cotton balls in with the pills so a rattle - or in this case, lack thereof - is not expected. If anyone is the bonehead it is the dumbass vet. I am going to inspect the fucking thing from now on. Or mebbe radiate Fats' thyroid.

Tonight - Kickin' it "Western Addition": Fish Bowl.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference!

Be there! Say, "Have a nice trip" to Robot's brother in French!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

I bombed Korea.
5.3.2k4

Don't bother w/ them fishy fish and them glass tanks and that flakey food no more bubs! Nope! Heave that bubbly sunken treasure and them fake aquatic ferns. Don't need 'em anymore. Y'all gonna have to guess why. I'll give you a second or two.

Hmmm - dee - dum.

Doodly - doo.

Fine. I tell you. Birdys. Got's me a second-floor window seat and there's a herd of wee little "House Finches" that live in the tree below. I figured they'd like some seedys and whatnot and yep. They're swarming my window sill and since the glass is mirrored on the outside, they can't see in. I can stick my face to within inches of 'em. Dang they're cute. And loud! And damn-good little flyers. Fok I sometimes get the vertigo watching them drop off the edge then fly away. Awesome.

Tonight - Kickin' it Mission: Latin American Club.

Here's tonight's: Find the Reference! No one gonna get it. Made it easy for Alan, though.

Be there! I know!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!

40-yard Dash
5.2.2k4

I stopped off at the coffee hut the other morning on the way to work and got me a large deluxe coffee. Damn but that illy coffee is good. Smooth, it is. A nice change-o-pace from my home-brewed Peet's French Roast ultra-deluxe coffee. Yeh, so I haul that sucker into work and into dailies and dailies lasted only 10 or 15 minutes so I had almost a half-cup left. On my way back to my piece-o-shit Dell machine I passed one of the several coffee closets here. I peeked in and the carafe on the heat was full! This was a surprise as my co-workers seem unable to open a pre-packaged serving of "Institutional Flavor" Starbux, throw it in a fresh filter and hit "Brew." That mini-rant aside, I took notice of my half-large deluxe coffee and thought of topping it off with, well, half-bad coffee. This got me thinking: Would adding a half-cup of bad coffee to a half-cup of good coffee does one make the good coffee half-bad or the bad coffee half-good? I was so perplexed - fundamentally, mind you - by this question I decided to throw it around and see what some other folks thought. I asked my criminally silly pal (who's having a birthday this Saturday) what she thought and she fuckin' sidestepped the problem and said, "Just finish yr coffee ya jerk. Don't top it off w/ nothin'. It ain't a question of making bad good or making good bad, it's a question of why the fuck do you need more coffee you lunatic? Yr bouncing around this office like a monkey and won't stop fucking talking so fast and so goddamn loud the last thing you need is more coffee." Chrissakes! I thought. Is she right? Couldn't be. There's NEVER enough coffee. oh yeh!

Tonight - Kickin' it old-school SOMA: Julie's Supper Club.

Here's tonight's HARD: Find the Reference! You get this one yr special.

Be there or be Alan! I know I will!

bye-ee!

whrr ... clik!