I would have ruled this world too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!
Thursday, June 30, 2005


Don't ever accuse TOM of not thinking outside the box. He thinks way, way outside the box.

"Asked in an interview with the tabloid daily Bild if he believed in aliens, Cruise said: "Yes, of course. Are you really so arrogant as to believe we are alone in this universe?"

I always knew there was a reason I didn't become a reporter. Its because I would have eventually lost my job because I slapped Tom Cruise. Not that what I think what he's saying is wrong (this one time)......I actually AGREE with him. There probably is some other form of life out there. I would slap him because he was so arrogant as to label ME arrogant for posing the question to him.

I never thought anything about Scientology before now. To be honest, I don't really even know what it is. I just always figured it was a group that worshipped....uh....science. And maybe they would gather together on Darwin's birthday to exchange gifts around the Evolution Tree or something. But after all this Tom Cruise business.....hey, I'll bite. I'm heading over to a Scientology website and I'm going to get the actual lowdown on this business. Although I can tell you right now....I have a big problem with "religions" that do not have tolerance for other peoples' rights and opinions.

If I haven't visited your blog this week I'll catch you this weekend. FER SURE.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005


Today is SPONGE's birthday, who comments on my blog sometimes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPONGE!!!

Yesterday I got stuck in traffic.....AGAIN. It was pouring rain and the lightning was going crazy. Inspired, I used the opportunity to crank up Nine Inch Nails' "With Teeth" and do an interpretive dance. Without using my feet, of course. I really could have used some black hair and maybe a cape.

I don't know if anyone was watching or not. Hey at least I wasn't picking my nose in traffic!!!

And anyway, something has really got to be done about the traffic situation here. We really, really need a train system. You people in the big cities are very lucky. Is your car broken down? What the hell, just take the train to work!

Well, its not like that here. If you don't have a car, you're screwed. Walk to work? Yeah, if I get started about 4:00 in the morning, I might make it there on time. Bike to work? HA HA HA. If you bike anywhere in this town, you are taking your life into your own hands. People actually play a game where they see how close they can get to the biker without hitting them.

But something's gotta happen. Gas is getting to be way too much to deal with.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Okay, there's this Beatles song, right? You know it, oh yes indeed, all of you know it. I've heard the thing my entire....e-n-t-i-r-e freaking life, but I never knew the words in the chorus. And didn't really care....to be honest, the music is the most important thing to me. But today in the grocery store it was playing....and all of a sudden, for the first time in 40 years, I understood what they were saying. And its something so incredibly simple, so fundamentally fundamental, that I just can't believe I never understood it before now. It makes me really worry about myself....I need to have my head checked or something. And no, dammit, I'm NOT TELLING YOU what the song is....I don't need all of you laughing at me. But I know which song it is, and I have to live with this shame the rest of my life.

In my own defense though, I do have problems with information overload. I can only handle just so much at one time. If some information is not vitally important for survival or at the heart of one of my interests, I do end up forgetting it. Or just never absorbing it to begin with. Sometimes I can hear a CD and think it absolutely SUCKS....then throw it in the player a year later and wonder what the hell I was thinking. Its like I just wasn't READY TO HEAR IT YET. And unless you name your song something obvious from the chorus, I'm never going to remember the name of the song. I'll be able to hum the music, but I'll never remember the name. I only have just so many neurons available for storage, I guess.

So basically I guess you could say I'm just dumb.

Monday, June 27, 2005


Tom Cruise is totally out of control. Was he always such a self-righteous prick or has somebody been protecting him all this time? Or maybe he's just coming out the closet as a self-righteous prick?

He got into it with Matt Lauer on the Today Show, nearly bursting a blood vessel over psychiatry, antidepressants, Ritalin, and Brooke Shields again.

Random Tom Quotes:

"I've never agreed with psychiatry, ever. Before I was a Scientologist I never agreed with psychiatry. and when I started studying the history of psychiatry, I understood more and more why I didn't believe in psychology."

"Do you know what Adderall is? Do you know Ritalin? Do you know now that Ritalin is a street drug? Do you understand that?"

"Here's the problem. You don't know the history of psychiatry. I do."

"There is no such thing as a chemical imbalance."

"The antidepressant, all it does is mask the problem. There's ways of vitamins and through exercise and various things." (this quote actually makes no sense but you get the idea what he's saying.)

"You have to evaluate and read the research papers on how they came up with these theories, Matt, okay. That's what I've done. Then you go and you say where's-- where's the medical test? Where's the blood test that says how much Ritalin you're supposed to get?"

For God's sake, is there anyone out there that can shut this guy up?

Dear Tom,

We all love you dearly for being so intelligent and knowing more that tens of thousands of psychologists and psychiatrists. I know you will have no problems naming your sources.....books, research papers, scientific journals, etc.......that you were able to access and come to such conclusions that you are confidently able to sweep the science of the brain completely under the rug. I know you will have no problem accepting responsibility when people stop taking their antidepressants and the suicide rate soars, the homicide rate soars, and candidates for forced incarceration soars.

And Tom, since you love talking about it so much, can you please publicize exactly WHICH vitamins you take, at what dosage and where you are buying them? Because....as I am sure you already know.....there has been scandal in the past concerning vitamins that actually don't contain anything in them? Because there's no real FDA regulation of the vitamin industry?

And of course, I'm sure you'll be releasing an exercise video letting us all know exactly which exercises we need to be performing to hold off our hallucinatory psychotic urges. I can't wait.

On a final note, Tom, thanks for all the entertainment you've provided over the past few months.


Friday, June 24, 2005


Okay kids, get out the history books, because even I can't believe I'm getting ready to do this. Yes, I am going to defend Courtney Love.

Here's Courtney with Pamela Anderson from like, a few days ago.

Courtney Love, the queen of bitches and witches, went off the deep end awhile back. After much headline-making and court appearances, Courtney is ordered to get clean before she can regain custody of her daughter. And......she does it. Good for her. And....she gains weight while she's at it.

Now I enjoy some good ol' sleazy Hollywood bashing just like the next person, but I gotta speak up here. I have read some of the most unbelievably mean and shallow comments about Courtney and her weight gain. One even said "Courtney's dilemma: her daughter or her figure?" and it goes on to rant and rave like this is really a choice she'll need to be thinking hard about. Not to mention all the "whale" and "buffalo ass" comments.

People, come on!!!!! The woman has quit some of the hardest drugs known to man to regain her beautiful daughter. You should know her brain chemistry is screwed up (even more so than usual) beyond belief. It is not unusual for people who quit drugs (especially cocaine) to gain significant weight trying to compensate for serotonin loss.

I have been truly shocked at the coldness of the comments.....people just seem like they have lost all compassion these days. This is not the same thing as snickering at Tom and Katie while they convince us of their love. This is laughing at a woman who's fighting a real battle that a lot of people don't win. BE NICE!!!!

And I can't stand the woman!! If I can be nice, so can you.

In other news, here's a beautiful young lady who's diligently working hard to destroy her own serotonin supply:

I just loooooove Charlotte Church. When we die and go to the great beyond, the angels are going to sound just like Charlotte Church singing.

But even talented angelic children grow older and must experience the ways of the world:

Its heartbreaking, really. I'm going to be in heaven expecting Charlotte Church to sing and she's going to be drinking triple vodkas.


And finally, this. I've been holding on to this one for awhile, but I can't hold it back any longer:

Thursday, June 23, 2005


Fishie, my favorite fish, died during the night last night. Funeral services were held toiletside this morning. Words of love and endearment were spoken and it was all very sad. I am trying to be very mature here. I am not going to let the death of a fish get me down. But he was a great fish.

The only one who's happy about Fishie's passing is my other Betta, also known as Little Fishie, who will shortly be promoted to the original Fishie's posh tank.

So Fishie, may the water always run clear, may the food be plentiful, may you always have everything you need. You enriched my life. May you always know peace.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005


I am having a bad animal week. You already know about the squirrel demolishing the laundry room and the spider bite (I AM recovering). Well. Every animal on the radius of my property line has decided that they have a problem.

I looked in on my buddy the python, who is disgustingly healthy and growing fatter by the minute. He's even shedding his skin for the first time which means.....growth spurt. I really hate that snake. But anyway, I check in on him and his water is gone. Well, I couldn't stand that. Killing him is one thing, but to have him slowly waste away from thirst is just unbearable. And Sparkle wasn't home. I was NOT going to open that cage and put water in, especially with him looking at me like he was. I ended up pouring water in through the top of the screen....it was splashing everywhere and BOY WAS HE PISSED. He was all curled up in striking position and I screamed the whole time I poured water. Screw that snake.

The hamster has decided she doesn't like humans anymore. She has built tunnels under her bedding so she can pop up, grab a drink of water, and then jump back under the bedding again. She is also able to pop up and grab treats out of her bowl and tunnel back in. She never has to face us nasty humans ever again. Until cage cleaning time. Heh heh.

Last night Kitty Girl decided the menu wasn't up to her standards and refused to eat. Then she got very jealous with Kitten, who decided that she didn't have a problem with the menu and was gobbling it all up. MEEEEEOOOOOOOWW!!! Cat fight! I had to go outside and break 'em up.

It wasn't even an hour later that I could hear the cats growling again. I grabbed the flashlight....ran outside....ran back inside to put batteries in the flashlight.....ran back outside...in time to see about 6 deer hanging around in the yard. I watched them for awhile, got the kitties calmed down, and went back inside.

30 minutes later....more cat agitation. I got the flashlight again and got outside in time to catch Kitty Girl with a bunny. Her retaliation for me having the GALL to disgrace her dinner bowl with Beef Feast, I guess. The little bunny was okay but it was raising all kinds of hell.....that sound they make when they're scared makes me want to cry. I got Kitty Girl to let the bunny go and it ran faster than anything I've ever seen. This time I just put the flashlight by the door when I went back inside.

And sure enough, it wasn't long before more hell was being raised and this time it was LOUD and unlike anything I'd ever heard. I got the flashlight AND my stick. I went outside and I was really scared because I had no idea what it could be. I shined the flashlight and two lights shined back at me and it got real quiet. I stayed still and watched and finally it moved.....it was a fox! He was a really cute brown fox. I have no idea what he had been raising hell about...another rabbit maybe? This was my first time seeing one other than just a fleeting glimpse. He sniffed around and kept checking me out too....then finally disappeared into the woods.

Then I get up this morning and Fishie is sick. Poor Fishie is looking really, really bad. I don't think he'll live through the night. I have his tank in "sick bay" mode but I don't have much hope. They only live like 3 years and I've had him since 2002.....and they come to the pet store when they're a year old! So Fishie is pushing 4 years old. He's way past his life expectancy now. I love that fish. I will cup my hand on one side of the tank and he'll come and lay where my hand is and look up at me like "I feel so bad, please do something."

Tuesday, June 21, 2005


RIP to Karl Mueller of Soul Asylum, who died at 41 from throat cancer. Thanks for the memories, Karl.

Monday, June 20, 2005


Just a few short blurbs today. I am finishing up my Viking King Refuge blog and I'll be turning my full attention back to this blog shortly.

My laundry room is not really a part of the inside of the house but more a part of the garage. A squirrel broke in there this past week and wreaked havoc. As you can probably guess, I never enter my laundry room just for the hell of it to admire it. So when I go in there to actually wash some clothes....it was unbelievable. The squirrel had found a huge bag of bird seed I was keeping for this winter and.....oh boy. Seed shells were EVERYWHERE. I managed to snag a friend's Heavy Duty Shop-Vac and that made short work of cleaning up the two hundred million thousand seed shells. All was good.....except about the time I was finishing up, a spider bit me on the foot. I felt a horrible sting and caught a glimpse of it on my foot and I was so scared I immediately sucked it up with the Shop-Vac, so I don't know what kind of spider it was. But part of my foot is turning kind of black looking. It doesn't hurt though!

A definitive conspiratorial link between the squirrel and the spider has not yet been established.


Sparkle (pictured with Ace) is crazy. Just my humble opinion. She is aware of my humble opinion. That is all.


2 CDs:
My Bloody Valentine - Loveless
The Mars Volta - Frances the Mute

I can carry on as normal until the day when I either find the Mars Volta CD, or get another one. However, I can feel my life's core essentials for survival fading slowly each moment that My Bloody Valentine remains MIA. Must Take Action Immediately.


Which piece of art do you find more stimulating? The beautiful swirling colors or Elvis after he's baked in the sun for too long? It DOES look just like him, though.

I showed a friend a new piece of my artwork and he was like "Oh this is nice. You should see the stuff [a mutual friend] does. He can make it look JUST LIKE it actually looks!"


Okay, not to take anything away from the realists out there....but if you want artwork that looks JUST LIKE it actually looks.....why don't you just take a photograph? Once again.....just my humble opinion.

Friday, June 17, 2005


I had to go get my driver's license renewed the other day. I was dreading it so bad. I was remembering back to my younger years, when we had to get our licenses renewed every four years. All I could picture was the very stern license examiners, how serious they were about driving laws and the fact that driving is a privilege, not a God-given right. Then North Carolina had a passing of the laws that licenses were going to be renewed every 5 years....but some people were going to be able to wait longer than that, depending on when you renewed before. So it turned out I didn't have to get my license renewed for like, 7 years!

Seven years is a long time. I was really feeling a lot of nervousness when I headed over to the Driver's License Bureau. There was no telling what kinds of laws had changed and rules that had taken effect in 7 years. I knew I had had a non-serious rear-end collision during the seven years time and I wasn't sure if I was going to have to retake the written test because of it. You can bet your ass I didn't study.

Well, I have no idea why I was worried. Things sure have changed, all right! The Drivers License Bureau is practically giving those bitches away. My examiner was busy practicing his second job as a comedian....oh, he was just full of witticisms. When I sat down at his table, instead of asking for my name, he asks me if I knew who I was. The guy was just full of snappy patter, he did everything but get up on the table and do a tap dance.

I did have to do a road sign identification test.....this guy was actually prompting me on the signs! He showed me one sign.....I knew what it was, I just needed a second to access the information from my brain, as usual. And he's saying "R-r-r-a-a-i....." and I'm like "Oh! Railroad warning!" and he's like "CORRECT!" I halfway expected to hear a little bell ringing and some applause, like a TV game show.

Next thing I knew, I was getting my picture taken. And then a valid North Carolina Driver's License magically appeared before me, mine to take home and keep. The Bureau used to be such a serious place.....what the hell happened in those 7 years I was gone? I think the Bureau has discovered the joys of Jesus Juice. Or something.

Thursday, June 16, 2005


I used a business card program and created some little cards with "Planet Brenda" on them that I can give to random people I meet if I think they might be interested in reading my blog. I think I did a halfway decent job:

Coming your way soon: magnets, t-shirts, bumper stickers, and underoos. Just kidding!

From CNN.com:

"Billy Mitchell [is] the first and only person known to play a perfect game of Pac-Man (he racked up a score of 3,333,360 after clearing all 256 levels in more than six hours in 1999, according to video game record keepers Twin Galaxies)."

Holy shit! 256 levels. 6 hours of that little munching sound. FORGET IT!

Finally, you might be asking yourself.....why does this particular blog update suck so bad? Well the answer is that I am kicking the soft drink habit and I'm totally in D.T.'s right now. Its not like I am a total soft-drink-aholic....I would only drink one a day..... but everyone has told me multiple times that I am going straight to hell unless I kick this sinful habit. I'm tired of hearing it. After I finish typing, I'm going to go curl up in a fetal position on my bed while I shake and cry.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005


Because of all the crazy stuff that goes on here at my blog, you might not believe this but I am actually a sensitive caring person. Sometimes. I care about people and I get attached to them. This includes people that I really don't know but I read their blogs almost every day and I feel like I know them. I know that a lot of people are hiding behind the internet....they aren't who they say they are or they try to be a tough guy/girl when they really aren't or they're just plain pulling everyone's leg and having a great time. But even when they are lying through their teeth, if you keep reading, their true self shines through eventually.

Most of my favorite blogs are the ones where the author takes their every day life and somehow makes me crack up. I love the comedians, the smart asses, the wise guys, and the creatives. I also read a couple of tragic and poignant blogs that are pretty good. I'm addicted to all of them.

But the ones that kill me are the ones that disappear. They have a good blog and you really grow attached to them....but poof! One day they just stop blogging. The blog disappears or its never updated anymore. And you wonder, where did they go? I know most people are way too busy to update....but if a month (OR MORE!) has gone by and you've not updated....I do worry. And I can't stop checking back. If a significant amount of time has gone by and you haven't updated....please just type a short "I haven't felt like blogging" or "On blogging hiatus"....just so I know you're okay.

I've had two people disappear on me online. I just try to remember the adage about how people come into our lives, some for only a short time and some for all our lives....blah, blah, blah. Then there is those that pass by like a puff of smoke and the ocean and then they're gone. I tell myself well that's life but deep inside I wonder did I make a short friendship all it could really be, because we only pass this way once and blah, blah, blah. And I wonder what happened and if they are safe.

SOOOO, the friggin' moral of the story is.....give your stupid Blogger password to someone you know and trust so that if anything ever happens to you, they can let your readers ( i.e. ME) know the deal. And I won't have to write snivelly little posts like this.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005


I did a lot of "Blog Cleaning" and computer cleaning in general this weekend. I added a lot of bands to my "Cosmic Sounds" list that are either new loves, ones I forgot before, or ones Sparkle wanted to add. I refused to add the Killers for her though, I just don't like them and can't pretend to like them.

I went through my Blogrolling list and updated. I eliminated broken links (except for the Viking King's, I just can't bring myself to delete his link). I got rid of a few blogs.....blogs that I liked but the people never updated, so......and then I added my newbie blogs. Here's descriptions of some of the new blogs I've added on since I last did a post like this:

http://christinesblogbucket.blogspot.com/ - Christine's blog. A young lady who is totally into new shoes and Hollywood gossip. Also she has great abs!
http://crazygirlcity.blogspot.com/ - Crazy Girl's blog. Crazy Girl is the hardest partier of all the blogs I read. Every weekend is another wild adventure for her and her sweetie-pie, The Boy!
http://feedingthedead.blogspot.com/ - Treasure's blog. She is a super-intelligent lady who up until recently was working as a teacher in a school with a lot of underpriviledged kids. Don't miss her 05/11/05 posting.....where she gives Bush's "No Child Left Behind" policy a well-deserved smack-down....straight from the front lines. No word-mincing here!
http://micheleagnew.com/ - Michele's blog. This is a nice place where you can go over on weekends and play her comment game. You leave a comment, visit the blog listed before you and say "Michele sent me" in the comments.....and supposedly the person who visits after you will do the same. I've had some weird things happen though...like people not commenting but whatever. Its still fun.
http://www.monkeytraumacenter.blogspot.com/ - this is the updated version of Ryan's blog, which used to be called "Dancing With Your Murderer". Ryan's music career is well under way now. And he's still telling it like it is.
http://randomspeak.blogspot.com/ - L's blog. L and I seem to like a lot of the same things.....she's into art and books...lots and lots of books! I think L is absolutely charming and I love the pictures she posts on her blog and her writing is great....this is just an all-around good blog.
http://kathompson.blogspot.com/ - Thumper's blog. This is a blog I stumbled across playing the game on Michele Agnew's blog. And when I read it, I couldn't help but notice....this person already had my blog blog-rolled. Woah. The stars aligned and I knew I was destined to read this blog, every day, from now till the end of time.
http://www.theblogslayer.blogspot.com/ - THIS IS MY NEW BLOG! Yes, I started a little blog in honor of the Viking King, my lost blog friend. I am going to tell the story of the Viking King, then I'm just going to let the thing sit there until maybe he shows up again one day(?) Then he won't even have to bother setting up a blog, he can just take this one over. I love that I was able to snag "TheBlogSlayer" as an address! HA! I know he would get a kick out of that.

So there's some good blogs for ya, on top of the already top-notch blogs that were already listed. Get busy reading!

Monday, June 13, 2005


Beautiful pic

If you check out my "Cosmic Sounds" listing sometime, you will notice a whole lot of blues artists are listed. Especially the really old blues guys. A lot of people have told me that I don't seem like I would be someone who would be into the blues. Believe me, it all came about quite by accident. Here's how it happened.

This is kind of what my old boyfriend looked like.

When I was about 16 I was dating this guy that was a guitarist. He wasn't in a band or anything at that time, he was still learning. He was taking a few lessons from some guy who was very "earthy", for lack of a better description. You know, the long hair, the sandals, the faint whiff of pot whenever he walked by. I can't even remember his real name now so we'll call him Bart. It didn't take Bart and his wife long to figure out that 16 year olds = BABYSITTING. So my boyfriend and I would go over to their house on weekend nights and babysit while the parents went out to party.

One night I ended up doing the babysitting gig alone for some reason. Bart and the wife were already gone, the kid was in bed and I was desperately trying to find something to watch on TV....yuck. I couldn't get interested in my book, so I started looking around some (a.k.a "being extremely nosy"). Bart's house was more like a recording studio than a house....there was all sorts of equipment EVERYWHERE.....amps and wires and boxes and shit. You couldn't move for piles of electronic-type stuff. I was too paranoid to touch anything because I was afraid I'd touch something wrong and accidentally erase one of Bart's recorded masterpieces or something. But I did notice a little tape recorder, one of the old rectangular black-box kinds and I knew how to work that. And there was an unlabeled home-made tape in it so I decided to push the "play" button and check out what ol' Bart was up to.

And it was this old blues music. To be honest, I thought it was something maybe Bart had recorded on that very tape recorder with some black guy singing......because the sound quality was poor, also because I was ignorant. But it was awesome all the same. I was totally into it and I was convinced that Bart and the singing black guy were going to get rich quick. This music really "moved" me. Maybe I was a black sharecropper in a former life or something, because it almost had a familiar feel to it.

Its hard to explain.

THE definitive Robert Johnson photograph.

Anyway, when Bart and his wife got home, I was gushing about his tape and how good it was. And he just kind of stood there, radiating pot fumes like a gas heater, and was like, "oh dude, that's not me, that's Robert Johnson. That was from like, 40 or 50 years ago. But here man, you can have this tape if I can knock a little bit off what I owe for the babysitting." I managed to find out a little about Robert Johnson at the library but information was scant. Later on public interest in his work blossomed when the "Crossroads" movie came out and after that it was easier to find recordings. Of course listening to Robert Johnson led me to discover Charlie Patton, Son House, Muddy, Howling Wolf, Blind Blake, etc. And all of that led to a deeper understanding of how music has evolved to what it is today. These guys were truly the first rockers.

The other Robert Johnson photograph. There used to be dispute as to whether this was actually him.

So, boredom and nosiness led to a lifelong love of the blues, not to mention the fact that Bart gave me that tape. Its a crying shame that someone who gave me such a lasting gift....I can't even his name for sure. But thank you Bart, wherever you are!

Friday, June 10, 2005


It is SO HOT here. I got to work a little later than normal this morning and had to park all the way on the upper deck at Conglomo. Which means my poor little ghetto car spent hours basting in the sun. When I got off work, the already peeling paint was REALLY peeling and I left a beautiful spray of white paint chips behind me as I drove away. I like to think of it as my own little personal fairy dust trail.....kind of like Tinkerbell leaves behind her:

And not only that, it was so hot that when I got in the car I had to use napkins to hold the steering wheel so I could drive. And had to keep using them until I was well on the highway. Moral of the story: get my ass up a little earlier so I can get a parking space UNDER the deck. Other moral of the story: why does it have to get so daggum hot??

Here is a couple of interesting links you might enjoy:

Do you remember the old "Twilight Zone" series? They had a reunion of all the people still alive who starred in the episodes. Enjoy.

Here is the photographic diary of a guy whose hobby is breaking into and photographing urban ruins. Spooky! And fun!

Thursday, June 09, 2005


I have been reading a book about the Dalai Lama and the concept of forgiveness. He's a very interesting guy. He is the leader of the Tibetan people. He and his people were forced into exile in 1959 by the Chinese. That's all I really know for now but I am enjoying his ideas of forgiveness, compassion and love as all mankind are interdependent upon each other. Now I'm interested in learning more about Tibet and the history, so I figure another book will need to purchased somewhere down the line. He's also heavy into meditation, and now I want to get back to doing some meditation myself.

I've never been very successful at meditation....I could never get completely still and when I did become completely still, I often would fall asleep! I have since learned YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT. It's okay to scratch your nose or stretch a little during meditation. Maybe I really should read a book. But reading a book on meditation seems so strange. It seems like you should be able to just meditate and know what you need to know!

Sometimes I get exasperated because I feel like time is running out. Imagine if you were attempting to be perfect. You'd get up every morning and exercise the body until you attained cardiovascular target zones. Then don't forget your weight training! After that comes meditation and prayer, to satisfy your spiritual needs followed by some breakfast...then its time to dig into the news. By the time you got all this done.....hell, its 10:00 in the morning and you're late for work!

Wednesday, June 08, 2005


Ummm, has anyone else out there noticed the similarities?

To your left is Boris from "Rocky and Bullwinkle" fame. To your right is Jack White from the White Stripes with his "new look".

I think I just had an idea for a movie.