"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


R.I.P., Don Vito

As usual, Salon's on top of it.
Talk about bizarre dreams. I fell asleep with The West Wing on this morning and dreamed CJ was walking around with nipple clamps on. Don't ask me, I'm as shocked as you are.

I enjoyed my second viewing of Spiderman 2 much more than the last. Except for the part where some jackass had the time and inclination to get out of his/her comfy seat and alert management my blow-partner in crime had just unloaded a $9 pint of rum into our $4 coke. Charly's never been the inconspicuous type. Still, I thought we got over the tattle-tale thing in kindergarten. I'm surprised I didn't get a beating for not wearing my Burqa and being in public with two men I'm not related to.

My mother bought me three pounds of pre-cooked bacon yesterday(?). It's the gift that keeps on giving. And here I thought she didn't love me.

Listening to: The Helio Sequence- Don't Look Away