Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
<Previous Next>
Dawn
Dawn
Wed Feb 22 02:40:02 2006
Reading Stoplights Like Tea Leaves

Like a dentist's sweat was the thought -- a sickly smell, not quite death, but antisceptic, animal signs far removed from the actuality of humanity. The mouth moved, a cruel parody of a forest, with plastic trees and the pine needles on the floor replaced with discarded nails. A fantasy of a trembling finger reaching past the endless diversion, the mazes, and right to the fleshy vulnerable heart, to deliver a light poke.

We are in the age of whimsical devices. I recall, in my childhood, being impressed with a large pen I had which had 4 tubes of ink in it, each a different colour. It smelled saccharine, like my magic 8-ball did when I smelled its window (eye?). That magic 8-ball's brain fluid was a secret, I thought, an illicit pleasure like enjoying the smell of a campfire in the woods, illicit because of its chemical nature. We have moved past the beginning, the gates have stepped aside, leaving us to a new garden, an end to scarcity. The Ophites have finally reconquered paradise. Let us see to it that we do not establish a new priesthood.

I need to get more Tofu nuggets. They're kind of my emergency late-night food, but I haven't felt like oatmeal recently so I've exhausted my supply. I realise that this is not of great interest to all of you, but instead let's turn it around, and let me say that I strongly suggest that you try Morningstar (or some other vendor's) Chick'n Nuggets. They keep in the freezer forever, they're very filling, and they taste pretty good, especially with spaghetti sauce. They're *the* perfect freezer stuffer.

The Feb2006 eyesore of the month has a very amusing footnote.

I have a number of miscellaneous things to do...

Oh, and in Soviet Russia, Fire Puts You Out.