One of my favorite holidays of the year is the day I take a vacation day to go over to the US and help out with the NCPR membership drive. I have to deliver some prizes for draws given by helpful Kingstonians and these are received with great fanfare... or is it that they are received by exhausted public radio workers just fried enough to be exited to see a new face? With this cough, I likely won't answer phones. Not that I normally do. Sometimes there is even beer.
⇒ Another dictator dies. Great. But how weird to have been given the job to do this graphic for a newspaper. Nevertheless, the rat is dead.
⇒ Yes, there's the words of the allegedly greatest genius of our times. Android evil. Must destroy. Destroy.
⇒ I was published by the Oxford University Press... sorta.
⇒ Occupy Wall Street = Hooray for Everything + bad camping skills. Comment.
⇒ Wow. A real World Series without overblown stars. With actual stars. Without phoney rivalry drama or fried chicken in the clubhouse. Seems like its been years.
Well, that's it. Woke late and have to cross over the other side.