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Monday, July 14, 2008



Not like 219 years ago.
Today is "Fête Nationale" or "quatorze juillet". Better known in the USA as Bastille Day.

Drunk man, believing someone is chasing him, crashes car into fence, runs into stranger's house at 2AM, begins yanking down curtains. Then, things get weird.

Iran announces discovery of new billion-barrel oil field on their territory. It's almost as if they're "asking" to be invaded.

Bad: Stealing gas from a parked car.
Stupid: It was a unmarked police car.

US may begin to withdraw troops from Iraq in September. It's like there's some event scheduled in the Fall that could hinge on this

Air Traffic Controller wanted.
Application available ib Braille.

On the road to La Casa Blanca, sometimes the truth hurts.

Excerpts from a Dog's Diary...
  • 8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
  • 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
  • 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
  • 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
  • 12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
  • 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
  • 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
  • 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
  • 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
  • 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
  • 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary…
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.........

Have a good Monday. Hope to see you again real soon. Thanks for coming by.

"Let's all be careful out there!"