I had a dream last night that no one I know (knew?) could come out and play because everyone was busy examining old cigarette butts to find the very small messages that were written on them in heat activated ink. Weird, yes, but weirder still was the feeling I had upon waking that I'd known about this practice for years. Couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity until I awoke more fully and realized how awake I really wasn't previously.
What's more is my shellfish wife wouldn't give me any of her Sugar Frosted Shrimp this morning. Harumph.
Those Half Asleep Evil Geniouss' are up to their old tricks, I'll tell ya. Only this time it's an entirely new bag of tricks they've broken out: It seems they've recently embraced radical incrementalism and have just succeeded in putting it inexorably in place. Ah, we'll never even notice it, say they. And maybe we won't ... until it finally dawns on us one day that, though the entry paperwork was always ironically voluminous, it didn't used to take an actual act of Congress to get approval to go to the ER.
So it's the centennial of the killing of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. But I swear Robert Redford doesn't look that old.
And it's everyone's favorite super-sized hillbilly Jew's 38th birthday today. No, not Shatner - he's like three times older than Morgan Spurlock.
What will they think of next? Phoning from a blog rushes to mind, but
that's probably days away.
16 years ago
1 comment:
actually, prior to getting his face reworked, redford looked OLDER than sundance kid. as they would say on family guy, his face now looks like "silly putty stretched over a knee cap."
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