nude highway driving

I don’t have the energy to do a roundup of 2003, but I can summarize my year in a quote:

"And I know I'm dead on the surface
 but I am screaming underneath."
                   — Coldplay
                     "Amsterdam"

As for the new year, I have a growing list of goals and resolutions … you know the drill. But I can best express my hope for the next 12 months with yet another quote:

"In the love of Life, I do crave
 to bathe myself until the grave."
                   —  Death In June
                      "Let The Wind Catch A Rainbow On Fire"

Here’s to me breaking through and flooding the world with Madness & Joy.

Here’s to you finding more happiness than you ever imagined in 2004.

Happy New Year.

They are fueled by pictures such as this AFP shot - the official favorite news photo of yesterday. By the end of my shift, there was a Photoshopped image going around with the head of one of our Tokyo editors on the flexible body.

Then I threatened to call John Ashcroft on my Old Farmers Almanac-reading managing editor, since he now potentially could be a threat to national security. (I’ve never had an urge to own one of them books until now.) Once the terrorists know the times of our sunrises and sunsets, we’re all toast.

Walking out of an Advance Auto Parts with my father, I see a red pickup truck sitting next to our car. In the passenger seat is a large redheaded woman with an eye patch smoking a cigarette. As I walk closer, she says in a mega-husky smoker voice: “Hey, can you find where to put the transmission fluid?”

“I have no idea,” I say.

Large, one-eyed lady looks at my father and asks him. He offers to try, so she pops the hood and gets out while Dad starts looking around the engine area.

Just then, her friend comes out with one of the clerks from Advance, also recruited to come help locate where to put the transmission fluid.

“Well I’ll let this man help you, he’s the expert,” my dad says.

“Nah, I’m just a peon,” Advance Guy replies.

“Peon,” says large, one-eyed lady, “does that mean you want me to pee on you?”

“I would hope you wouldn’t,” Advance Guy says nervously.

Dad and I quietly and quickly run for the car and escape before an Internet movie gets made.

Happy holidays, everyone.

All is well. Thanks for the concern.

Was bedbound for a week, and since have been insane trying to play catch-up. Between work and just now starting my Christmas shopping this week, it’s been a bit hectic. More words to come.

So very sick.

Being anything other than horizontal sucks right now.