Friday, September 02, 2005

Helter Skelter

Snipers are shooting at boats trying to bring in supplies to repair the breaches in the levee.


Who in the hell has the conch shell down there?

I hanker for a hunka.. a slab or slice or chunka... I hanker for a hunka cheese.

Anybody remember that guy? Kinda the poor cousin of the hipper Schoolhouse Rock cartoons.

I just wanted to report that, like George Costanza, I am currently eating cheese, Summer of George-style.

I have a chunk of Pesto Jack.

No plate, no knife.

No crackers.

Just gnawing off the block.

Alas, circumstances dictate that I limit my breach of decorum, so, regrettably, I am not shirtless as I eat my cheese, caveman-style.

I fear the Summer of Joe may be at the end.

However, I refuse to go gently into that good night.

Cheese in hand, I will rage, rage against the dying of the light.

My goal for tomorrow will be to never put on pants. That's exactly what I'll do.

I declare it Pantless Saturday.

I am gonna LIVE DAMMIT!! LIVE!!!!!!