Thursday Afternoon.

Leads into night, and I'm gonna be on that flight
and if I ever start to sing John Denver's song about jet planes,
please take a blunt object to my brain.

Whilst being too busy with a war, human society hardly noticed that the greatest problem in the known universe has been solved.

** Shoelace problem untangled at last **

A mathematician has solved a problem that has confronted generations of youngsters and stumped a few adults - lacing shoes.

oh yeah...

On his deck, mounted to a tripod, overlooking the small valley that they live at the edge of, Bob Stetson has a potato cannon.

a diminutive set of notions

#1 Yesterday, I got a bit of soot/dust in my eye. Later, in the medicinal aisle of my local thriftway, I was looking a various eye drops, and was horrified when I actually found myself thinking, (without irony) "Bausch and Lomb.... I'll buy them, they're a brand I can trust."....

I suppose that Josh will now be demanding my resignation and clubhouse keys from our super secret subversive 5th coloumn society.

#2 Last night's Dream was simple, and involved me running through a park, or school campus with my hair back. And not in the 'Boat Guy just handed you a clump of dead Muppet' way of getting your hair back.... Sadly, No jeff Curnes in sight.

#3 Deep Sunless Sea. I miss Sky Cries mary

sometimes the sum...

Is leser than the Parts

Ingredient #1 :Stormy.
Ingredient #2: Responsibly shy of a molotov cocktail.

and this sucks... this shit is supposed to kick my ass, not make me want to drink more Pepsi.

You have been warned.