You can dress up like a sultan in your onion-head hat

Note to self: When the iPod freezes, re-start it because it's too stupid to put itself to sleep and instead sits there thinking it is on until it's absolutely dead. Just so you know, dumbass. That way you won't be stuck writing a blog entry to the limited song selection on your laptop. Not that there is anything wrong with these tunes, but it would have been nice to hear Motorhead.

After an orgy of accusation that the Holocaust Museum shooter was the perfect example of the lone right-wing lunatic it turns out he hated more than just Jews. He hated Christians, Neo-Cons (which anyone who has dipped a toe in the fever swamp knows are Joos), Bill O'Reilly and thought that Bush was in on 9/11 which puts him closer to the left than the right. So, will we hear a collective, "Oh, hey, our bad, he's one of ours. Sorry." from the Moon Bats? Sure. And the FAA will start reporting fleets of airborne swine any minute.

It's been raining now for about a week. Honestly, Sunday was the last day we saw any sun. Which has made me burn through those Vics the doc gave me since my back is a barometer. Rain, snow changes in barometric pressure are like an icepick in my back. I need a nicer doctor. One who has a freer prescription hand.

I also need to accept that goodbye is forever and that it's a good thing for all involved...and stop passive aggressive comments like this. And I will. Eventually. Maybe.

I feel like walking down to the Italian festival in a pair of white parachute pants and sleeveless Union Jack shirt, finding D, Rog & Kenny and burning a few under the stars, trying to get beer at the beer tent and taking the honey of the moment down by the river for furtive stickiness. But I'm not there. It's not then. So I'll pray instead. Appropriately enough, the Sorrowful Mysteries.