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I'm a beer pump
I love nonsense. I always have. Perhaps it was my father's influence: I have fond childhood memories of listening to reruns of The Goon Show on CBC on the bathroom radio, singing along to Magical Mystery Tour casette in the Volvo 164, and reading Pogo books (with Dad patiently explaining the political references). Which undoubtedly influenced my discovery of Monty Python, The Goodies, and the poetry of John Lennon and Beachcomber (sadly out of print).
So is it any wonder I find the Random Surrealism Generator screamingly funny?:I'm a vacuum! I'm a beer pump! I'm oven-ready! Enlarge the poppadum, enlarge the poppadum!
And Yogi Bear said, "Let there be a Ferrero Rocher", and there was a Ferrero Rocher. And Yogi Bear saw that the Ferrero Rocher was stinking, and Yogi Bear separated the Ferrero Rocher from the seahorse.
I'm a level 5 Photograph, in Fuzzy Felt piece-world! I've got a magic genie and everything!
Applaud my capybara!
Coffee favors the wives of pressure.
He who stains a spreading bird is the sour program.
Toast properly hesitates.
Volition shall burn.
Venom is so Christian a refrigerator.
And that old cliche:
He who snaps forgets another vole.
MacProse posersWhat was the existing shortcake reporting to?
What was I citing?
Why is so gross an element changing?
The anniversary of weather -- has everybody rolled?
Generate your own!
Lorem ipsum shmorem ipsum
To drink uses the context of veneer. Why have these attached strips raced? Before to lisp is office, have wounds voted? The salvation citizens: the humble tactics. Sea -- what is someone connecting? No hospital -- how was each of us crying? The box of Europe is the whip's sentiment, but so secret a birthday serves to survive. Because to relax is the vampire, whom is class lining? An information struggled, but the video game had exceeded another prairie program. What do the engagements solve? So long an entry bends. Counties: the teeth. Water recognized the festival of shape between these journals and the savings. To rest may stretch. We are lanes near the delay.
Why not use MacProse as a dummy text generator?
The Beagle Ranch site is live. Now you don't have to come to the Cacomixl's site to hear the latest news about your favorite pop-rock hero.
...News such as: the "Starcrossed" CD release party and gig, next Tuesday at Beat Niq. Mark your calendars, friends and fans!
I hear you, YETi! My brain hurts too at the end of the day. But also: I feel excited, optimistic, and happy to be working hard, as a team, again.
Mod chicks from awesome painting in Mum's '70s show-home condo.
Detail.
It's signed "Michael Johnson/68." With a name like that, it's no wonder I can't find anything conclusive on the web about him. This seems like a good lead though. Anyone want to help me track him down?
Last week was hell. Came down with a doozie of a flu/cold/congestion thing. Had two big writing contracts to get done, one for a lumber company web site, the other for a healthcare catalog. Unfortunately, I had completely neglected the research aspect. Note to self: Writing about stuff you don't know about takes about five times longer than writing about stuff you know inside out. Ah, yes... now I remember what university was like.
This week started promisingly. I took off from Calgary in a thick, dark fog (both literally and metaphorically, since I had about two hours of sleep last night). In about three seconds, I was above it all, in bright sunshine, looking at an oppressive blanket of cloud that filled every valley in and around the city. Not even the Bankers' Hall towers were visible, just the tallest ski jump tower at C.O.P. My stress started to melt away as I contemplated the awesome scenery, stretched my legs gratifyingly in the non-charter seat, and watched the deluxe version of Brazil on DVD. By the end of the flight, not even a bomb scare at LAX (which our pilot nonchalantly misspoke as: "Ladies and gentlemen, we're sorry to report that there has been a security breach of the aircraft, so we'll just have to wait until we have clearance to land...") could raise my pulse.
