John Lennon used to sing that all you need is love. Personally, I think all you need is Funyuns.

Enough of the praises of the oniony rings of delight. On with the show.


Occurences of this last week:

1. The CGaW of his own free will and unforced choice actually sat down in the cubicle next to mine at work. They called for volunteers to go home about 20 minutes later and cowardly cad that I am I bugged out. Yet when I got up to leave he said something about "leaving so soon." The Sith side of me saved my social bacon by replying "I'll see you tomorrow." This may be small potatoes for most of you out there but for me it's tantamount to dancing the Macarena naked in front of a crowd of thousands. Chaos will follow. Mark my words.

2. And it did. Over the course of this week more often than not when it has been possible that our break schedules coincided, we were inexplicably in close proximity. For me, that means within two meters. I suspect that rumors are beginning to fly. From Binar-like codependent twins act with Harry to this in -- wonders! -- only 2 years! What's the world coming to?!? Now you know why Munch's "Scream" was stolen -- I'm using it for a mirror!

3. I wrote a sketchy outline for a theoretical "first season" of my theoretical science-fiction show of which "Sheperds" is the pilot episode. Suddenly I have aliens busting out all over. It's a good thing.

4. Of course I still have no idea what to do with it, but as I am now in school again the question is somewhat deferred. I must rally the synapses back to factoring polynomials and to confabulate a portion for the learning of Macromedia's Dreamweaver, Flash and Fireworks web design programs.

5. For four days this week I didn't have the use of my DSL. The same trouble as usual, as has happened at least three times before. Every few months it just goes nuts and refuses to hold connection. I waited three days before calling tech support. I spent 2 hours on the phone with someone in India. It still didn't fix the problem. They sent me another installation disk as my original one was way out of date (from ver. 2.2.2C to 5.2B). In disgust I left the damned thing off for two days, then when I got the disk I came in here and turned on the box steeling myself for the knock-down-drag-out with my normally sweet-tempered and biddable WorldWatch One. Only to be flummoxed when it showed no trace of screwball behavior at all. The DSL connection fired up just like always, not a blip, not a hiccup, not a bobble. It was so stable I got on I-Tunes and bought 2 albums. No problems at all. So either the damned thing was possessed, I am delusional and heading toward psychotic, or there was nothing wrong with my box at all and it was Bellsouth's fault. But of course it's never Bellsouth's fault, is it?! So I'm looking forward to the Papal Conclave being over so I can drag a priest in here to exorcise the beast. Meanwhile, you might do well to steer clear of me until those giant salamandars congo-dance their way out of the house.

5. I have called two different lawn-mowing outfits looking for someone to come bushwhack the yard. Neither have called me back. If I can't get someone over here to do this soon I'll have to have a SEAL team and a squad of Delta Force to come bust me out of this jungle.



So that's what's cooking here at Radio Free Ross-a-Noodle lately.

Astronomy Day is the 16th. I have taken the day off to go begin on my life's work, so to speak, in trying to convince people that the Great Wide Open is where we need to be.


Quick quibblies quietly quipping.