The Sun Will Never Come Up Again
The Chicago Bears might want their linebacker back in time for the Super Bowl.
The essence of femininity, and never say I'm not fair with a parting shot, because they don't know me.
Dog report: Emerson's having a tough January. Deaf now, and had some version of the shakes, but modern medicine seems to be helping. We use hand signals and flashlights these days to get along in a developing code more sophisticated than DaVinci. I'm thinking of dead-dropping it at a park bench to the CIA.
Did you know I interviewed with the CIA my senior year in college? I had a computer science degree, minored in Russian, and held a 184 bowling average at the student union. They were crawling all over me, begging to pay me $17,500/yr to completely sign my life over.
I asked about fringe benefits, like 007 babes a la Denise Richards or Sophie Marceau. The recruiter just looked at me and opened a pamphlet about the niceties of Bucharest hotel fire escapes.
Want a tip on a good cup of coffee? Try the on-sale whole bean Starbucks "Gold Coast." Finally found something that doesn't taste like burnt steel.