Some Kind of Moose
20 September 1998
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Some Kind of Moose
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What does it matter what you say about people?
If the new print of Touch of Evil comes to your town, see it.
Everything that was good about yesterday was missing from today. Three times, I had to drag myself up when my body was screaming to be allowed to stay asleep. All the food that looked good turned out not to even be bad, which would have at least provided a definite experience, but just OK.
And then to top it off, I find nearly the same concerns that have been worrying me for a while now echoed out of the mouth of Homer Simpson. I can do quite well at mocking myself, thank you very much. Jeeez.
But in any case, from time to time I am reminded that I have damn all to complain about. So, instead I will just recommend the extremely silly book, Last Stand of the DNA Cowboys by Mick Farren. If this doesn't seem funny to you, you have a great future ahead of you in corporate marketing. And God help us all.
Not that he's likely to, being fictional and whatnot.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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All names are fake, most places are real, the
author is definitely
unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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