It's so sweet, I feel like my teeth are rotting when I listen to the radio."

Every time I see Bono in those big fly glasses and tight leather pants I just can’t hack it. I can’t see that as solving the world’s problems. He’s crushing his testicles in tight trousers for world peace.
– Johnny Rotten


Cheeseburger, Cheeseburger, Cheeseburger

Sleeping Under Crazy: Or Woman Reads To No Avail

Reading a Victorian novel.

Each time I pick it up it comports itself like Nytol on my body and brain and I am soon in very deep sleep. In my dreams, under the tomes affect, I lay on my bed, asleep, struggling to wake. At times I make it as far as lifting my drugged head and torso from the bed as heavy arms struggle up and graceless hands grab at a blanket that acts as securing web on my head. And I sink back down. And once down the dream begins again. I must wake. I must wake. But body and brain won't listen! I must wake! I must wake!

Hours later I wake from this imposed nap and find the day has slipped away along with the Victorian novel from my hands. I shan't pick it up again.


Pee Here, Pierre

Problem on the international space station. The system that takes astronaut urine and converts into drinkable water has had a "back-up." Calcium in the astronautical pee may be the culprit.

This led me to a story I had missed and am glad to bring to your attention.

Here is a photo to illuminate you.

In Flames

which I took great care to misname in the photo.