To answer an inquiry, Yes , I did die of a mysterious ailment back in November of 2001.

 ______ Fishin'

Long ______

______ With The Wind

So I've only been blogging since then--What? It's not like I have a life or anything !

My R.I.P.

If I were born into this world today, perhaps I'd lack heart and soul--at least in any recognizable form.  Even as it is, lady Science once had the best of me as I worshipped her ever unravelling illustrations of ascendantly numinous phenomena.  Like watching fireworks detonate intellectually only on the Fourth of July.

But then I spotted the rabbit's hole.  How curious, I thought, and where does it go?  ...To an underground where some pills make you big and others make you small--and living, if not insane, isn't living at all. 

So what is this world, if not an asylum?  Perhaps, *Earth* should be renamed *Asylum* with the fullness of moons casting us the very best light.

By the way, have you wondered why terrorists didn't strike on Christmas or New Years in America?  After all, if you were a terrorist, wouldn't you have?

I have a feeling the the terrorists aren't planning the way we would, but are awaiting a "go-ahead message from Allah."

Pursuant to foiling that end, I've been energetically posing as a surrogate-Allah and jamming the psychic airwaves with a single message:

"Please drink until you vomit into oblivion."