OK, so that's along time. I must have been in a time warp but I decided I would shake the rust off of my keyboard and potty train my carnivorous raspberry bushes outside. Now that I'm a free agent (thanks, Wall Street!) I may just work on starting up my multinational macrame empire.

Back later.

11-28-08 6:59pm
Can you believe this? Some poor guy at a Walmart got trampled to death this morning when they opened the doors! Omigawd! How do you tell his family that??  My brother said he'd rather be found dead, in a cheap, gay hotel with a candleabra up his tookus than die like that. I didn't even know my brother liked candleabras!

Maybe I'll write a poem about it, maybe not. It just seems to me that it is a sorry comment on what kind of a civilization we are when people continue to shop while the paramedics are still trying to jump start a person who's dying in the entry way of the store because the dumb shoppers trampled him! 

If this broadcast hits another star system in a few hundred years they (the little green people) will conclude that our whole species was suffering from some dreadful brain virus, and quarantine the whole solar system.

Later Babe