I was on the bus this morning, listening to "Desire" again, enjoying it a little more each time, and reading the San Francisco Chronicle. There are only a couple reasons to buy the Chronicle, and both of them are Jon Carroll. The rest of our hometown rag is comprised of stories lifted off stale AP Wire feeds ("Ohio Vote Disputed"), too many articles on wine from Napa ("Hip Hip, Syrah!"), and about three pages daily are devoted to the thoroughly uninteresting circus that is Barry Bonds ("Bonds Spends Extra Ten Minutes on Toilet; Blames Bad Burrito"). However, today, two little blurbs caught my attention, though neither were written by Chronicle writers, which, well, is par for the course.
I want to ponder the cosmic signifigance of the following two events: Saddam Hussein is hospitalized for starvation while Axl Rose refuses to play in England before getting served a roast lamb.
What we've got is an ex-dictator going on a hunger strike and an ex-successful musician striking because he's hungry. I'm positive there's a deeper truth here, but, three cups of coffee later, I'm incapable of uncovering anything more meaningful than "what a couple of pricks." I require erudite theories; and yes, I'm talking to you.
As for Birdmonster news, I won't be telling you any until I get some Sag Paneer with some garlic Na'an, lightly toasted.
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If Saddam refuses to eat will tax payers save any $? I suspect this is highly doubtful..
& Don't speak badly about wine. There could never be enough articles. This would be worse than poking fun at Springsteen, Petty & Dylan. Many significant others and children have been spared murder/suicide because a bottle was in the house.
I knew, somewhere in that peculiar smelling hobo we call Gasoline, there was a punner, begging to emerge. It's good to have you.
Sabrina: I would never speak ill of wine. NEVER! I just am ignant as to what kinds are better than what other kinds---I have learned that any red made by 12th century trappist monks is worth selling and not drinking. A little vinegary, you know.
Dave is our band is rather puntastic. I try, but am usually out done.
Do tell of the stabby pun. It sounds particularly awesometerrible.
I want to to tem-pull you out of the computer & give you a hug.
Wait. Pretend I never said that. For a variety of reasons.
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