Oh My GAWWDZ! I must be a human!

I admit it.
I'm attempting to crush the economy of the United States of America.
I've been on the wagon for over three weeks.
Can you feel the weakness in the collective economic knees.
I go out to shows and only buy CDs.
I show up buzzed by some other means than alcohol.
It might be too much exercise or coffee.
It might be that I just woke up from a nap after reading for a couple hours.
Rest assured, I'm feeling fine...and I intend to crush you.

Oh ho ho!
Only kidding.
I know and now you should know.
I have no intention to crush you or have any crushes on you.
I know because the two fortunes I got with my bag of Chinese food tonight told me so.
You see, after I ate some vegetarian egg foo young and some chicken in garlic sauce while watching The Daily Show, I went into the kitchen to rinse out the bowl from which I ate...and I saw my fortune cookies.
I saw the light shining off the wrappers that held my fortune cookies and I ripped them open and crunched those cookies like they were the 'nilla wafers you promised in that one gospel that one time.
You know.

I got those messages and now I know I'm human and I love.
"You have a strong instinct to take care of the people you love."
That's how the first one read.
I wonder why I don't exhibit this instinct very often, I thought.

The second cookie held this enigma:
"Good things come in small packages. One is coming to you."


Hope at last. I can feel well AND have some sense of anticipation of this small gift. Oh, I wonder what it will be.

Well, I don't think I'll think much about it after I post this, but I'm welcoming any small packages you might feel to gift me in return for the care that I have shown you, my loved ones.

Rejoice!!!


Yes.

Lights mourning; lights night

I took this inside the mausoleum where we shared a funeral service for my grandmother, Beverly Jean Albert (nee Jones).
She died of complications from Alzheimer's Disease at the age of 84. We put her to rest next to her first husband, Lloyd, in Danville, Illinois.
Pictured are my sister and her husband.

...and later on that night, I made it home to a Quief Quota/Pat Sajak Assassins/N. Nomurai show at the Tap Room. This is the shot through my windshield as I headed west on Olive towards St. Francis Xavier Church at Grand taken as I sat waiting to turn left onto Ewing.

Waiter, There's a Firefly in my Soup.

Yep, the world is fucking goofy!
When you get a chance to take a break from it, sit down and watch this reflective essay from the honorable Bill Moyers.

...and then you should watch this piece about the economics of the world by reading Naomi Klein's award-winning THE SHOCK DOCTRINE: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. I recommend you purchase it, but you can now read it online.
Here, too, is a preview of the book.


...and just so you don't off yourself, I want you to know that you can get your daily dose of satire for free.