I am free but not released.  21st century world lament.  Is there anyone out there enjoying an adventure who is not a spy?

I've been drinking pornographic beer lately.  Molson XXX.  Two more X's than sex.  But still no match to crack for a crack whore.

I'm not sure whether our culture is now more self-specious or more self-vacuous.  Not that it is not necessarily really not much of neither.  Culture actually presents to me as linearly-marketed subsets of seductive absorption into self-concealing obfuscations.  We are products of our products.  We are programs watching programs.

I helped an elderly lady catch her little runaway ankle-level dog this morning.  I don't care if the dog hates me for life.  At least it won't be free to run around and bite me.

Than you all for your heartfelt comments on my last post.