On Erections, Skin Heads, Cricket, Syrian food and You:

Thought for the Day:
Delay always breeds danger; and to protract a great design is often to ruin it.
Miguel de Cervantes



Things I find myself pondering on a Rainy Indiana Day:

I got a clean bill of health (well for me it was a clean bill of health) yesterday.

My Flower was so shocked she called the doctors office to make sure I wasn’t lying.

I scored some Viagra.

Viagra gives me a headache.

My Pretty Bride said if I ever abuse a drug like Viagra again she is moving out or at the very least going to subcontract the work out.

Viagra is like whiskey dick with a hard on, or like being in 7th grade.

I now have Viagra for sale, cheaper than you can get it from the spammers.

I got invited to be one of the keynote speakers at a military retirement party.

I once again learned that life can change on a dime.

I got drunk last NLT, I ended up at the Rugby Bar.

I didn’t get into any fights.

I almost did.

I got asked by a Skin Head if my side burns were real.

After I informed him that that was without a doubt the stupidest fucking question I had ever been asked at a bar, I said no, they are in fact “Lee Press on Side Burns”.

He said they made me look like a Jew.

They threw him out before I could engage him in pleasant discourse.

It was fun being a Hasidic Jew, if only for a moment.

I got in touch with my inner-Israeli.

I am not often confused with a diamond merchant or a student of the Torah.

We just had a teacher get popped on a sexual abuse charge and it’s only the first week of school.

He was at this city’s rich kid private school.

If you have kids, keep your eyes open, those fuckers are everywhere.

I am tired of teachers saying they are under paid; I would swap pay checks and work hours with them in a minute.

I think I would be a great teacher, if I liked people, I don’t.

I thought it was tasteless that they showed a wedding video of the two newlyweds who burned to death in that plane crash.

W has some balls or is just plan old stupid, going back down to the Gulf after his administration fucked that up worse than the war.

At work it’s our busy time of the year, it’s keeping me hopping. So much so I am thinking of investing in a pogo stick.

Low 70’s and rain, happy holiday weekend.

I got hit on by a girl from Guatemala, she was nice.

J. Thomas gave my blog address to Casper; I am now a big underground success in Canada.

The underground is what they call the subway in Britain.

Last Sunday, Pastor Bob and I got drunk with British Bill at the Rugby Bar.

British Bill has strong feelings about Pakistani Cricket.

Cricket is worse than baseball.

British Bill had some good Pakistani jokes.

My Flower and I are going to a Syrian Norte Dame Football Party Saturday. Think of it, Syrian food, beer, Arabic babes and ND. How can I go wrong?

Stay tuned next week to find out how I went wrong.

I am listening to the James Gang right now.

Ledbetter’s Bacon Wrapped Steaks were on sale at Kroger, so I bought 70 of them.

I have been riding the fine edge between sanity and my more normal behaviors.

I have been going through a book every two days, this is getting expensive. If I was smart I would get a library card, but I hate giving books back.

At times I miss the Cold War.

My wife went clothes shopping with Miss Nay-Nay, I am now broke.

Time for more coffee, the three S’s and off to work, I have a world to save here people.


(I got a new toy, its fun to play with; however it does tend to put my neighbors on edge.)

Your Bill for the Day:

SONNET 81
Or I shall live your epitaph to make,
Or you survive when I in earth am rotten;
From hence your memory death cannot take,
Although in me each part will be forgotten.
Your name from hence immortal life shall have,
Though I, once gone, to all the world must die:
The earth can yield me but a common grave,
When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie.
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead;
You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

Your Carnie for the Week:


Quote of Day:
I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence, but it comes from within. It is there all the time. Anna Freud

I remain, awaking everyday in the cold wet bed of your soul.

JQP esq.