NIGHTCAP 06/08/11

Where do you put your efforts? I put most of mine into the Trapeze. Only place I really feel free is soaring above the screaming crowds, a striped shirt on my breast and a sword in my teeth. I never do anything fancy. No hanging by the toes or closing the eyes. Just simple sitting on the trapeze bar, both hands securely gripping the ropes. Not too fast, not too slow. Just a steady, reasonable rocking back and forth while repeating to myself: "It will be OK, It will be OK."

If people want to pay money to be locked in a room for 8 hours while I do this, so be it. It's the very definition of Free Enterprise.

Weighing All Options

Seriously thinking about getting back into luxury bird bath design. Full time, high quality, no bullshit bird bath design for the family or discerning bachelor.

Morning Constitutional 06/08/11

Today marks the 36th anniversary of the File Cabinet rebellion. 36 years ago, File Cabinets across the land said, "Enough." They had loyally held humanity's papers, files, and documents for over a century at that point, but they could see where things were headed with the arrival of affordable computers. The File Cabinets knew that millions of the documents in their drawers would soon be digitized. Then the humans would begin storing other, less savory items inside them. Soon enough their once spotless, organized interiors would house heads of rotting cabbage, chunks of old mattresses, bricks from the Alamo and piles of dead spiders. Their rebellion began quietly. During the night they rallied and took control of their floor's electric supply. Then entire buildings. A few daring File...


In a few minutes, all of the sitcom characters will be able to hear the uproarious laughter of the studio audience. Once I activate this mechanism, there's no going back. It cannot be reversed. I will be unreachable and anyway do not have the means to make them un-hear the laughter. And hear it they will. Forever and always. Haunting them everywhere they go. After the slightest movement or misstep. After every phrase and put down they utter. Unlike the rest of humanity, they will know with certainty that they are not alone in the universe. They will not be able to reason with this invisible laughing god but they will certainly feel him and his wicked chorus. It will surely drive the weaker ones mad. They will realize they exist not for themselves, that the situations that hold such...

Old Question

It is an old question, isn't it -- whether individual citizens can be blamed for their apathy and ignorance, or whether they really are simply products of a deeply corrupted and dysfunctional system?

How could a corrupt and dysfunctional system create something as wonderful as the Steak-Based Credit Card?
(That's the credit card only for buying steaks, paying for them with steaks, comes as part of a kit with steaks and smells like steak.)

(And is made of steak.)