So I got into a minor fender bender today. Very annoying, and only slightly my fault. Three point turn on Elmwood, stopping traffic (my fault, I was a little late for work). So the traffic was stopped and I back up, turn my wheel, and press go. Paul screams watch out and I see that the woman who had just stopped and watched me back up to make the turn had decided to go in the interim (pure stupidity). So I scrape the side of her car before I can come to a complete stop. I agree that I should have been a bit more patient and waited for a larger break in traffic, but c'mon, she had already stopped and watched me backup. Where did she think I was going? She said she thought I was backing up into a driveway or something. Yeah, maybe an imaginary driveway that wasn't there...whatever...geesh. I'm probably gonna lose my insurance now, and be forced to drive without it and then when I am being pulled over the next time by some freakin cop I am gonna have to run, probably run someone over, eventually jump out and abandon the car and make my way on foot through the countryside, chased by dogs, helicopters strobing the area, I'll have to lay in ambush and take out a few of them, steal a uniform, and adopt this strange cop persona for the rest of my life, my wife's name will be Betty-Sue and she will make the worst chili dog sandwiches, so I will eventually have to leave her with my two "new" children for her elderly rich uncle, who will pamper me throughout the rest of my days on the condition that I oil his mustache with precious bodily fluids every other day; his dog Fluffly will eventually drag me over the edge and I will be forced to another heinous act of aggression after this one time when he complains that his curl isn't tight enough, I will inherit his millions but then be audited by the IRS and go to prison, to live out the rest of my days reading C.S Lewis and drooling but only on the inside. All because of this dumb broad who couldn't curb her haste as I had'nt curbed mine.

So someone won a million dollars today at my work. Yeah a million dollars ($1,000,000), you kinda have to see the number to appreciate it. Imagine how many car payments fit inside there. Yeah a five dollar lottery tickets instantly elevates a normal middle-classer into the bizzare realm of millionaires (well probably not really, the taxes alone will take a couple 100Ks). Exciting anyways...

Go to the recipe section and try some cous cous (still trying to think of the proper body part) and soup. MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm...

Trisha...welcome!!! I just posted a recipe cuz I thought you did and I dind't want it to be lonely. But now I don't see any recipes and I thinks yous a liar girl. Even so, I am happy that you have finally joined us virtually. Last night we went to see something by Stan Brakhage at .

Mostly images flying by so fast as to be mind-boggling. At first I hated it and then slowly I descended into a semi-trance state where my eyes never focused and I let the images wash over me without trying to specifically identify/interpret anything. It was trippy and I am sure that I have been subliminally directed to do some evil deed 2-5 years from now. Until then my mind will slowly be warped as this newly planted seed grows roots; tendrils of subversion slowly boring their way into my psyche. Well that's my theory anyhow. We'll see. Here's a link to a site about him



My favorite was the Dante collection (paint globbles spiralling in and away from the vortex). Check it out.

I wrote the following to Wilson Farm and encourage everyone else to let them hear from you:


I recently read on elmwoodstrip.com about the incident involving a black homeless man being verbally threatened with physical violence from one of your employees (apparently someone in management). I am writing this to express my concern about the incident and request that some kind of disciplinary action be taken against this employee. I am a frequent shopper at Wilson's Farm stores and this kind of behavior is disgraceful and repugnant. I respect that the store is on private property which means that you can choose who is on the premises, but there are lawful ways to make this happen, none of which involve the use of threats, especially the kind of ultra-violent "head-smashing" comment that was used in this situation. In solidarity with Mr. Visco, I will also not be shopping at your stores until I have received word that adequate measures have been taken to ensure that this kind of abuse will not be happening in the future.