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Friday, June 27, 2008



Weather-wise there wasn't a cloud in the sky yesterday. But the 400+ fires burning in and around the delta region of the central valley have made the air as bad as El Lay on a bad smog day. As you can see in the above pics. I was outside most of the afternoon with the daughter and we were both wheezing and had burning eyes.

There is a better than 50/50 chance that 90°N (the North Pole) could be ice free this summer for a brief moment. That would be a first in the history of man.

Like turning the pages of a mystery novel, Phoenix Mars Lander has found the minerals necessary for life in the Martian soil but no evidence of life (past/present), yet.

She calls it intuition but Laura Day's clients claim she has psychic ability. Who are her clients? Corporations who can afford her $10,000 a month fee. Nice work if you can get it.

Why women need catalogs:

Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf every Saturday. His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, "Hey, Bob! How ya doin'?"

His wife is puzzled and asks if he's been to this club before.

"Oh no" says Bob. "He's in my bowling league."

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, "How did she know that you drink Budweiser?"
"I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, Honey."

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says, "Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?"

Bob's wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab. Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her. Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it. She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabbie turns around and says, "Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time."
Bob's funeral will be on Friday

"Let's all be careful out there!"