Itsadaylikeanyother,exceptmythumbsaremissing.

It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.

I took a moonlit walk on the beach and was bitten on each big toe by a gang of hermit crabs. At least that's what I thought they were in the pale moonlight - not much of hermits if you ask me, more like a commune. I think I'll wear flipflops the next time, but those silly shoes make me trip and I'll probably fall over and have my face land on a barely alive jellyfish who'll use his dying breath (I know they don't breathe but roll with me on this one)to inject me with tentacle poison. The my face will balloon up like Rocky. Then Bridget Neilsen will pick me up and shake me like a ragdoll then drop me while Dolph Lundgren kicks sand in my swollen face and I won't be able to see a thing, not that I could see anything through my swelled-shut eyes, but you know how sand has a way on the beach of getting into all those nooks and cranies.

Speaking of which - I love English Muffins, and anyone who buys the generic English Muffins need not reply, becauses what Thomas' promises is the supreme melted butter experience. Now if you put peanut butter or mashed bananas on that English Muffin, as I am wont to do (supercrunch), then perhaps the cranial experience is different, but I'm not willing to take any chances. You only live once, so they say (as long as "they" are not cats).

My first cat was named Mugsy, probably because I watched too many Bugs Bunny cartoons. But then Mugsy had a litter of twelve kittens and we realized that we had to get him neutered. Then he got fat. That happens alot after you have babies, but then again it happens to eunuchs too.

Speaking of eunuchs, I love Madeleine Kahn. Oh, sweet mystery of life at last I've found you. Speaking of which, Mario Lanza is no slouch when it comes to belting them out. I'd like to invest in some really tight jackets like he did, or perhaps a ruffly shirt like Ricky Ricardo. Then I could become Cuban Pete (he's the king of the Rumba beat).

I used to play pool with my dad - that was the best.

I'm headed in the right direction - probably gotta wear shades.

NYT Crosswords, Sudoku, massages and putting other people's thoughts into words.

Incredulous eyebrows and clown-shoes.

(A) Skinny Legs and All, Catcher in the Rye, James Tate and eecummings (B) Repo Man, The Big Lebowski, Better Off Dead, Kung Fu Hustle (C) 80s Punk & New Wave, Blues. Lately Lacuna Coil, Damned - Grimly Fiendish (D) Thai

My family - quirky brilliance, sort of like Barenaked Ladies or They Might Be Giants My bed - it's like sleeping on a cloud, except without the windshear Hapmudo - for physical and spiritual growth (and mad skills if necessary) Words - very powerful in the right pen/mouth Beer - tastes so good on your lips; but a good cab or martini will do the trick too Intimacy in its many forms

Why?; Origins of words and expressions; Finishing the things on my post-it notes; throwing away stuff; becoming master of my own space and time; saying "No"; winning the battle over subconscience; starting a new career.

Out

boxer briefs; I got half-way through a book on ADD.

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