Into the Ether

Today I picked up my first paycheck since leaving Lowe's in July. Momentous.

I would only go back to New York City if I could be sure of catching a ride in Ben Bailey's Cash Cab, and only if I could have Jesse, Nick, and Alison with me. I don't think there's any question Ben could ask that we couldn't answer among the four of us, including the Video Bonus.

The snows of December are just about gone, thanks to copious amounts of rain and temperatures above 40 F. Mount Hood glowed in the golden setting sun as I drove home this afternoon. Tomorrow is the full moon, already hanging high in the sky over the mountain.

Oh, would that Godzilla were real; then we'd have something to talk about. "The Simpsons" isn't enough, no.

Urban legends told in training classes about horrific traffic accidents put me to sleep. Fast food lunches take years off my life.

I ran over a fallen branch one dark and rainy morning. It flew up and cracked my driver's side mirror. Heavy rains cause coastal flooding and highway closures. Many truckers are stranded, waiting for the waters to recede and the roads to reopen.

Dunkin Donuts advertises on TV here although there is no Dunkin Donuts here. Joe's Donuts in Sandy are supposed to be excellent; their building is painted in red and white checks. I ate two donuts from Joe's at the Sandy Post Office January 2nd. I was not impressed.

Read any good books lately? Seen any movies? Can yodeling cure cancer? That's some mighty fine spelunkin', Lew; mighty fine spelunkin'.

Opera and Professional Wrestling are very much alike except for the music, singing, and plots.

4 of a kind beats a flush. A fresh cupcake can make a delicious snack. I invoke my Fifth Amendment rights. Shut up.